Pukin' in Paris!

One thing that I was really looking forward to in Paris was taking an Illumination Bus Tour. Just as it sounds, it is a tour of the city at night on one of those double decker buses. I've heard that Paris is amazingly beautiful all lit up at night. So we spent the whole evening before finding the place to make reservations for the tour. It didn't start until 10pm and was going to be about 90 minutes long, so we prepared that day by making sure that Grady had a good nap. Well, we got going and about 15 minutes into the tour Grady throws up everywhere and a whole lot of it. Of course people scatter, they stop the bus for us to attempt to "clean" it up, and then say in a sweet french accent, "You get off bus now, oui(wee)?". We get off and Grady is pantless, shoeless, and has Scott's jacket wrapped around him. It's about fifty degrees, Scott and I only have t-shirts on, and I'm covered in puke from my pants to my socks and shoes. As the bus from our recently began tour burns off leaving us in a dust cloud of European diesel exhaust, and as we take our first look around to see where in the crap we are, my son laughs and yells "Paris baby!". So needless to say he felt a lot better. Scott and I could do nothing but laugh as we thought about those poor suckers on that bus that had to spend another hour and fifteen minutes smelling some American kid's puked up Happy Meal (good measure of how trashy we are for going all the way to Paris for Mcdonalds). We finished cleaning ourselves up on the side of the street and headed for the subway to get home. All in all, a good night with good memories. I guess Scott will have to take me back so I can get my Illumination Tour!