Look.



We was in France

I'm getting ready to leave for Paris in a few hours on my company's dime.





Keep America classy while I'm gone.

Jesus, what the hell happened to this place?



Why has everyone forsaken me?

I got back from Germany on Monday night. I found it a beautiful and friendly country.



I was there to cover a tobacco conference, so the night before--despite being in a jetlagged stupor--I wanted to trim my beard. Only before it was too late did I realize I didn't have the little plastic guide on the trimmer and ended up with a big streak of flesh across my cheek. So, the WHOLE thing had to go. My face is all naked and stuff now. I do look younger, just a lot fatter.



So, the only place I got a chance to explore was central Cologne (or as the locals spell/call it in dumb german-speak: "Köln"), and it was one of the more-beautiful cities I ever saw. I was only able to really explore the area around the main train station, which as it happened, was right across the street from a gigantic medieval cathedral, which was one of the most beautiful buildings I've ever seen. I reccommends.



Next stop, Paris.



Here's some photos

My job is sending me to Germany next month. Which should be very exciting. But I'm going to be there a week or so short of Oktoberfest, and I'll be spending my time in the city of Dortmund, which I have had described to me as the "Newark of Germany." I may also be going to Cologne, which apparently is at least kinda interesting (like maybe it's the German Tampa Bay or something).



First thing I promised my parents and Hungarian Mom-Mom I'd do when I touchdown in Deutcheland? Hock a big ol' loogey. That's right, I'm gonna expectorate all over the jolly land of chocolate and beer. And I will take pictures of it to share with EVERYONE! Germany's gonna be allllll covered in jew spit. Whatcha think of that Führer?!?



In other Evan news, I went home this weekend to Philly (or suburban Philly, rather). My brother and I were giving a tour of our little town to his new girlfriend and we came upon the Merion Friends Meeting House. Which sounds like it might be a place for retarded people. But it's not! It's an historic Quaker landmark. It's about 300 years old and may have something to do with oatmeal. Anyways, it's a 10 minute drive from where I grew up, and I never really went to go check it out. But as it turns out, there's this old revolutionary war-era graveyard, which I never new about. There's a bunch of grave markers from the 1700s which is just kinda interesting. I don't know. I like old shit.



Love,

Evan