Le Polydor (or ...But We Didn't Make It)

Though we rushed from Pere Lachaise, by the time we exited and made it to the street it was already 6:10pm. Since we were clear across town, and had to transfer metro lines twice, there was no way we were goingto make it back to the dorm. So we called the nuns, and told them to check us out for dinner.

We decided to take the bus instead of the metro, but of course, we took it the wrong way. So two stops later, we had to get out and transfer to the right direction. We were all pretty zonked, and an hour later, by the time we noticed (and I woke up), we had missed our stop and ended up at the Eiffel Tower. Since we were there, we toyed with the idea of going up, but decided to wait for Sunny.

Again, we transfered buses, got out at St. Germain, and looked for a place to eat. Rick Steve's came to the rescue again and we went to Le Polydor, by the Odeon. Really nice place, old-looking place with really cheap wine and sassy african waitresses (only bad thing is they had a squat toilet). We sat ata communal table next to an English University professor and his wife, and we chatted for a while until we ordered.

I had a fish terrine, a cassis creme brule, and a fava bean and chicken salad, which I traded for Don's beef carpaccio. Fun fact: that made it my 4th day in a row having raw beef. Anyway, after our appetizers and some wine, the professor decided that maybe we weren't quite the nice student's he pegged us for at first, and he stopped talking to us. Especially after some spirits-induced explicit comments coming from our end of the table. Though his wife did give us the rest of their bottle of rose when they left, so we either weren't that bad or she thought we were alcoholics (before anyone asks- Heath-: I didn't drink, I was just acting like I did).

Thirteen hours after we left the dorm, we finally made it back. We were silently gooing up the stairs when we heard Little Paul coming up behind us from the basement. So we threw politeness to the wind and ran to our respective rooms before any uncomfortable encounters. I hope the nuns blamed the noise on the Auburn Girls.