"Bass like a ho. Bass, bass like a ho." -JFK

Tuesday I walked down to Vieux-Port. I tried to go up to that secret dock from last year, but they heightened their security a bit. I was hoping to get a good 360 from there, so I was bummed. I did get a $3 Vietnamese sandwich though, which was more than sufficient compensation. That night we all went to Andrew's and hung out on the rooftop before heading to Sapphir.

Wednesday during the day I did the dishes for Sandie and hung out with Mike while he worked on his Risk track. Came home and watched N8 Hout videos with Sandie (NATE YOU HAVE MOAR FANS). Fran, Mark, and I went to Feed Me--which, although the crowd was reminiscent of The Shore, was absolutely phenomenal. SO GOOD. Also the dubstep duo who opened for him included a tank-top wearing, blue-haired character who somehow perfectly encompassed traits of Tj AND Paul. I have videos. Hilarious.

Yesterday morning we were woken up at 8am by a raging mob of hipsters invading the house to do a photo shoot for, if I had to take a wild guess, some hipster mag. Or blog. Or something. They were running manically up and down the stairs until like 1pm, at which point they disappeared as if nothing had happened. So...yeah, don't be surprised if you see me half-dead in a recliner in the next issue of Vice. Fran, Mark, and I walked to Fairmount and Café Olimpico and consumed a disgusting amount of bagels and iced coffee. Then we went to Kyle's, where we hung out for most of the day. Jenny and Tulippe came over, and I made that pasta dish I know how to make. It was kind of a last hurrah for Kyle and Kate too, as they are leaving this morning to travel the west coast, hitting up Shambhala and Burning Man on the way. It was lovely hanging out with everyone, definitely a wonderful way to spend my last night here.

My train leaves for New York in a couple hours. I turned to CouchSurfing to find accommodations for the weekend, and now I'm staying in Brooklyn with an Aussie and un Italien and a filmmaker and a librarian. That all will take place after my ELEVEN HOUR train ride from Gare Centrale to Penn Station. Hopefully I'll get to kick it with Sale tomorrow!

Mark's buying my iPad. Cash money, cash money. Guess I should go get ready to leave now. BOOMSHAH