Day 12

People dancing in the streets at the Bastille Day Ball.

We woke up early again the next morning, and I (Olivia) still wasn’t happy about it. Did I mention I hate waking up early? Anyways, after another long car ride, we ended up back in Paris.

But Christie had a surprise for us. She had told us pack a dress for the trip and wouldn’t tell us why, but when we got back to the hotel today, she pulled out tickets to the Bastille Day Ball! Needless to say, everybody pretty much freaked out.

Dances on July 13th, the day before Bastille Day, are extremely popular in Paris.  Bastille Day is a holiday in France where they celebrate the storming of Bastille, a prison during the French Revolution.

After much dancing, we retired back to our hotel once again. I passed out as soon I put my head on my pillow.

After we had all calmed down somewhat, Christie demanded we all go shopping and give each other make over’s. Since Monica had refused to bring a dress like she was supposed to, we decided that Christie, Monica, and Megan should take her to go find one, while Amanda used her computer and I took a well needed nap. When everybody had returned to the room, we took turns straightening and curling hair, putting on makeup, and trying on perfume. At 7:00 p.m. we grabbed a cab and drove to the ball.

As we pulled up I could hear the loud thumping of the bass of music. I couldn’t wait to go inside and when Christie each handed us a ticket, I speed walked to the front of the line, followed closely by an overly excited Monica, a hyper Megan, a happy Amanda, and Christie, the not so overly excited.

As soon as we passed though the rope and into the inside we hit the dance floor. I never want to see our dancing again. Ever. But at the time most of us didn’t care, and were laughing at each other as we tried to move.

-Olivia