around Nice is a lot of fun, even if you're tired and
cranky and, though you've finally gotten some
sleep, in desperate need of relaxation, preferably
along with some tasty beverages of the spirited
variety. In any event, it's always good to take a
little time to familiarize yourself with a new town,
even if you've technically been there before and
almost have the map memorized already. Okay, okay, we
were just strolling around to look at hot babes. Sadly,
there didn't seem to be as many as we remembered from
our previous trip. And there were way too many fat
did find a nice fountain area at the Place Massena,
which just happened to be very close to our hotel.
However, we, in our infinite wisdom, strolled in a big
circle around the entire rest of the town before we
came to it. Still, it was worth a picture or four!
Because some of us were still a little camera happy!
again, Roger posed first, and he was a first-class poseur.
This time, he threatened physical violence if I didn't
let him take my picture too, but he needn't have bothered
as I knew this fountain would make that goddamn building
jealous. Stupid building.
Still, when Roger came back and
reached for the camera,
I made him chase me around the Place a couple of times
before I would give it to him, just for fun.
Then I stood and I
posed and Roger took and kept taking pictures. I felt like a
supermodel and I adjusted my poses accordingly.
A crowd rapidly gathered, small
children begged for my autograph, women flashed me and
threw their undergarments, and men sneered and muttered
homophobic epithets under their breath. I married a
hideous rock star and then quickly dissolved the union,
taking half of the marital assets with me.