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  • A quick invitation/request by Alan turned into an informal commission for a photo shoot. It's fun how these sorts of things work out.

    We headed to Alan's place around 6:30, after a lecture on Leo Marchutz and meeting up and Nick and O'Neill's.

    As my first time visiting Alan's place, I felt like I was entering a emperors villa. It was a gorgeous house complete with trampoline, swimming pool, and a stone balcony. We marched up into the place and met with some of the parents who accompanied the massive group of girls and boys who were preparing for the Balle de Bach, an end of the year equivalent to the American prom. As the girls filtered down stairs in their wonderful dresses, they met up with the group of guys who collected outside to smoke and chill. France is definitely a different world.

    Charley and I planned for some photos and the event begun as un organized as it could have been. The best way to begin something like this is the group show. We herded the kids outside and into the yard where we began the collection process of over 600 photos. From single shots and group pics to images of laughter, nervousness and those side moments that become the most memorable times.

    We took pictures as we wish to have had when we went to prom, and they came out pretty well. James was an integral part of the process and offered the nonsense that only a small, energetic, and adorable little boy could.

    After the photos, the kids filed into the cars that hauled them to the dance spot, we headed back to Nick and O'Neill's where we ate a massive dinner. We had a number of the Marchutz students drop by and had a laugh and a dink of some wine. We then headed out to the bars, a first for me in the city.

    We headed out to a number of places, meeting up with many of the Americans who were preparing for their return home to the states. We found ourselves at O'Shannons where a Franch dude got thrown out of the bar and picked a fight with the bouncer. As the fight progressed, the guy took off his shirt, had a bottle broken on the ground in front of him, and received quite a nasty cut on his chest. He survived the event, in part sure to his friends who hauled him off and tried to calm him down.

    We moved to another place for some flaming shots and a fun time.

    One memorable part of the night was how Snoop Dogg came up and tried to talk to Kate's friend, Erica. She didn't know French and he didn't know english but he was interested in her. She wanted some cookies so he went off and bought some Hello brand cookies to try to break the ice. Since everyone was drunk, the whole event was quite comic. Snoop Dogg later pulled out a bottle of nice rum that failed to convince the girls to leave with him and the other guy, but things ended up well.

    We left the group around 2 or 3 and headed back towards our place, with a stop at the main fountain for a end of the year swim.

    We then headed off to sleep. We earned some shut eye after a long day like that.
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