DAY 12

Didn't do much in the morning, I wanted to save all my energy for the game tonight. ALLEZ LE BLEU!! ALLEZ LE BLEU!! ALLEZ, ALLEZ, ALLEZ LE BLEU!! VIVE LA FRANCE !!!!! At 6pm two of my roommates (the other one is Italian, so she went to a Italian pub, were it would be safe for her to root against the country for which she is in.) took the metro to the Stade du Parc des Princes, were we to watch the game. We follow the hoards of people to the stadium were we wait in line to get into the stadium, it's first come first serve. After a while they closed the doors to the scream of boooos. So with the rest of the people we tried the next door, that didn't work, so we went to the next door. Well to great luck we were able to come in, we forced our way closer to the front, on the field (the stands were already full, so we sat on the grass). We sat down and got our little space ready for the game. Then the big IMAX-type screen turned on and we saw the stadium in Germany, then the view turned to the stage to were Shakira and Wyclef Jean were singing Hips Don't Lie. Then came the time when the two teams came out, there was an uproar of cheers for France, especially when their star #10 Zinedine Zidane (and yes that is his name, no mistake). Well the game is going OK. when France makes the first goal, well all hell breaks lose and fireworks go off. I then get sideswiped by the end bit the firecracker when it was falling from the sky after exploded. Well lets just say that my head got a lot of beating tonight. So were watching the game my roommates and I were eating bagettes and cheese and getting drunk off of lots of wine (you know were to classy for beer and grub.....LOL!) When half time came and the screen go black. While were waiting around for half time to be over they play songs over the loud speaker. It was so cool, like an outside club or something, then right before the game started again they played some survivor and champion songs. So the game continues and the next thing I knew there was orange juice bottle (thankfully empty)coming straight for me, and so it did..... it hit my right cheek. If that was enough, between all this and the game it's self, because the next thing that happened was something that I could have done without. So we're all sitting around making some jokes, etc... ( there was a "dull" moment) when, i'm hoping they're drunk, moon everybody. Though this was a little bit closer than I would have liked, his seat was right in front of me, lets just say I just experienced the view that a toilet has. Well the game ended with Italy winning, and it was so close to. The game was tied at 1, then it goes into over time with the score still tied at 1. Then they give another 15min, still tied, then the next 15min for the other team; nothing changes. Then comes the five penalty shots per team. The only reason why Italy one is because the got all five of the shots in, were France only got four of the five in. After the disappointing loss, we head back to the subway, passing lots of French police and their version of S.W.A.T., got back to the apartment and went to sleep very quickly.