Two Nights of New Years.

The night before New Year's we (the Canadians and the Brit and I) took my sister out to Dupleix for a little underage drinking. They didn't even check her ID and we went down under the Champs de Elysee for Julie's first clubbing experience. Of course she accidentally looked stunning and kept getting attention from people that she tried to hid from. It was so cute. But we had a great time and we discovered that Julie really likes a Monaco, but really, what kind of a person doesn't like a drink with grenadine? On our way home at three in the morning we rescued an old scooter from the sides of the street and played around a bit. Emilie swears it was a kids scooter that we stole but the handle was so screwy that we really did someone a favor if it really was left there by accident by removing from the reach of kids. Thanks for the photos Em!

A good description of the lurkers that night.

The next night was New Years and I will have to get more photos from my mom, but the four of us went to the Champs de Elysee again for New Years. It was so crowded I felt like a sardine. When we got there they blocked of the street from cars and everyone poured out on the street. We were slightly confused as to what was going on, there was no clock, no lit up ball, nothing. So when the countdown got closer we finally saw that the street lights had all synchronized and apparently that was the countdown, going from RED to GREEN to YELLOW and back. Somehow or other it was New Years and everyone cheered, but it was just chaos. It was a lot of fun, but without the fireworks the past years had promised it was a little disappointing. After, my mom and dad walk back to the house and Julie and I met up with the girls at Corcoran's, an Irish Pub in Saint Michel. Julie got another Monaco and we came home with a pizza about five in the morning. Early for New Years but fun none-the-less.

Julie looking into a Patisserie.