Hayley Brooks: Guest Debut

Hey y'all. Okay, I've finally taken my post as the guest-blogger on Sharon's blog. Time to talk about the little juicy (IMPORTANT) details my good friend Sharon left out to protect the privacy and integrity of our friends. She's such a nice person.

I just am not that nice. (Nice, nice, pun!)

So here's what went down the second night of our trip...

If you know Adam Pearlson, it's no surprise that he's now BFFs with our concierge. And we're not talking casual, passing-wave-and-advice-on-Nice friends, we're talking cell phone numbers, facebook info, reunions in New York...they've gone there. So Adam, being the art director/social chair of our vacation, found out that Laidback Luke (a famous DJ? or something?) was playing (spinning? quois?) at this club in Nice one of the nights we were here, so he went to get the scoop from the beautiful Beau, his main homegirl at the front desk. 

Adam not only inquired, but found out when we should get there, what we should order, and even went to the front desk with our outfits to run them by her before we clothed.  Yes, he's certainly thorough, but this is why we love him.

We went to this amazing dinner in this hidden back alley, which was adorable and quintessentially French. My perfect kind of place — tucked away from all of the tourists and the hustle-bustle of the main road. Adam and I got the price fixe menu (we love us some good deals) and each had rabbit stuffed with pistachios and other yummy things, and Sharon got chicken because she's boring. Sucks to suck Shar!

Then we began our quest to The High Club, which Adam's wife told us to get to at 10 PM just in case. Of course, we get there when the doors are still locked and are instructed to come back when it opens...at midnight. Already ruining our cool factor. 

So we killed some time at a hookah bar across the street that had wifi. Naturally, whilst others were puffing we were all texting, whatsapping, and emailing like crazy people to soak in the free nuggets of internet. People thought we were nuts, but it was kind of awesome. We then went to the club and paid absorbent amounts of money on cover and drinks, and scoped out the scene. 

The French club scene is an interesting one. We've been kind of disheartened at the fact that apparently the folks of Nice are all sort of guidos. So much for finding love in a (hopeful!) place. At 2:30 (we were struggling to keep dancing) Laidback Luke finally made his debut. He really put the laidback in laidback luke...2:30? My bedtime at Penn is 1:45 on a Saturday.

The concert was actually awesome, with big balloons and confetti and these random bursts of cold steam from the sky that ended up pressing the wrinkles out of our clothes! Us: 1 Laundry: 0. 

We danced our faces off, made some friends, and I legitimately can't put into words how much fun we had. We walked home, taking intermittent breaks to look out at a moon-lit Mediterranean (and rest our feet, literally were dancing for 3 hours) and casually got back to our place post 4. After all, we had to redeem our cool.

Stay tune for more guest appearances. Sharon has the big things covered, but I'll be here to cover the little moments of silliness that we'll never forget.