Sometimes I find it hard to remember specific details of things that have happened in my time, it all just comes back in flashes. These are some of the things that constantly pop up I my mind when I think of my time in Paris. Wouldn't change a second of it.
- Sitting in la Nouvelle Eve at a table with a group of some of the greatest people, watching the show, overfilling our glasses with endless amounts of champagne, sipping away far too much to the 'like fire' song.
- Having 10 or more jäger bombs lined up in a row, bartenders setting them all alight and downing as many drinks as possible. Especially those green shots that tasted like mouth wash, or my endless supply vodka red bulls. Having the bar boys chase me and pick me up in order to feed me alcohol. Carrying each one of my friends out of the bar and home, and having the same done for me. Sobering walks home back to the hotel with a good friend. O'Sullivans you could have easily been the death of me.
- Dancing in the streets with a bottle of some form of alcohol, fete de la musique meant the streets were completely filled with people and music, an endless night of street parties. Ending up at our dancer friends apartment house party after knocking on the wrong door for about ten minutes. Screaming at people down the streets for no apparent reason but not backing down.
- Criticising the architectural structure of the Saint Denis Cathedral because it wasn't all in line, appreciating the tomb stones of the noble and royals of France. Walking circles around the cemetery, then the town, following numerous signs towards 'parc' hoping it would lead us to an actual park. Giving up and just ending up at the cemetery, sitting on a bench, eating lunch in a comforting silence.
- Saying goodbye to a friend and ending up in tears, not because of them but because of my own selfish reasons which provided endless laughter.
- Parisian lunch for two, enjoying the last few days together.
- Sharing pizza and salad and three in a bed all snuggled up after a lazy day around the hotel.
- Sitting on the concrete wall outside the hotel almost every morning, desperately trying to sober up or trying not to die from the ever impending hangover.
- Walking back into the hotel after a night out and saying 'Bonsoir' (good evening) to the security guards, but having them correct me to 'bonjour' because I had come back so late that it was in fact now morning, oh so fun.
- Bumping into a colleague in town during the day, deciding it would be a good idea to go to a pub before noon. Then ending up leaving O'Sullivans in the early afternoon because we had managed to become ridiculously hammered and had places to get to in a hurry, being drunk in afternoon ended up being far too much fun.
- Desperately trying to finish my ice cream before it melted all down my hand as I watched the flash of bicycles ride by in the Tour de France.
- Jumping up behind the crowd to watch the parade of soldiers walk past on Bastille day, deciding that it would be a great idea to eat a hot crepè on an even hotter day.
- Making our way to the campsite in stifling hot heat, not speaking a word the whole time because of my stubbornness. Then making our way back by jumping off the coach in the middle of le champs élysées and parading our way down the streets like we fit in, which we clearly didn't in our polo shirts and backpacks.
- Crying in a friends room because of the impending death I was sure was going to happen through my self diagnosis.
- Sitting on the side of the road sharing the best falafel kebab I've probably ever had and not regretting a moment of it, until the next day.
- Holding a friend close on my last evening and not letting go if our lives depended on it.
You can't regret a moment you do, let go of the grudges you have held. Always carry on and make the most if your time because these are some of the best memories you will have.