The crowd wasn't too bad.. but a lot of americans

So it was necessary to drink 5,000 beers.. 5 of us went through at least 8 pitchers,

served up by this fine young pro-american french man,

and which landed on my jacket a few too many times.

Mark was oh so proud of his Delirium suspenders that he got in Brussels that day (I don't really understand)..

.. Sherridan, proud of her ability to look like a tourist...

.. and Mr. Sigma Chi, proud of his ability to double fist (this one's for you jonny cat).

We watched the game from a big screen tv in the bar. It could have been a really good bar to watch the game from, except for the fact that I couldn't understand a word because all the commentating was in french.

Nothing that we could understand was all that exciting, so we played, "pretend like you just saw Jesus" instead.

At 2.30 am I was nominated to find some good bar food (ie: donner). After 15 minutes everyone thought I was a goner, but I miraculously reappreared with a pizza. We ate it too quickly to get a picture, so here lie the remains.

And the best part.. at about 3 am, the bar dished out some pretzels and nuts for the remaining americans...

After the 4 hour game, Mark and I walked home and stumbled upon a poster of Africa with "HIV" written across it. Good thing I am going to Morroco in 4 days.