paris.

In February we went to Paris. We stayed in a hotel in the Bastille. We would be there for a week, all 60 of us, and then we would have a week for individual travel. Chastity and Rose and I were going to Spain, and Preston was coming, too, because Chastity and Rose had invited him when they were drunk. Preston had said that he and I were good friends, and so they had invited him. 

There was another problem in addition to Preston's coming along, and it was that Chastity and Rose and I did not, as of yet, have tickets for our flights. These were still the days where you bought paper tickets and had them sent to you, and the tickets had been sent to my father, who had in turn sent them to us, but the French post office was always on strike, and so the tickets had not arrived. 

These were still the days where you needed tickets in hand to get on the flight, so we hoped things were going to start coming together very soon. Our plan was to throw ourselves in the foyer of the Air France offices in Paris, show them our receipts, and cry until they let us take the plane. Otherwise Preston would be enjoying a very nice stay in Barcelona, alone, in a four person apartment in La Rambla.