Last night we had dinner at a restaurant called Boeuf sur le Toit, which translates into Beef on the Tw-t. Hehe, no it doesn’t really translate to that, but we are very immature, what can I say? We just got back from the Eiffel Tower where we took some inappropriate pictures and ate baguette (unrelated concepts), and we also walked by the American embassy, which was heavily guarded. It was surrounded by a tall black iron gate, and I wanted to re-enact the final scene of The Saint, when Elizabeth Shue runs into the embassy screaming OPEN THE GATE I’M AN AMERICAN!! But Kevin wouldn’t play along. What a buzzkill ![]()