Swinging with Hookahs

"Nous avons une fete pour le microcinema! Est-ce que je peux mettre une affiche dans votre w.c.?" It sounds so much more romantic in French, but it translates to, "We're having a party for microcinema! Can I put a poster in your bathroom?"

While spending the day in restrooms around the city may not sound like a good time, it provided me with a wonderful opportunity to check out an impressive number of bars and restaurants for us to visit when* you're in town, without my having to commit to a meal in a single place today. When* you visit, I'm pretty sure we're going to go to "Juliette et Chocolat" (I guess that's what happens to Juliet after Romeo checks out). We're also going to a tapas bar where you don't sit on chairs -- you sit/swing on swings! FUN! (Perhaps it would be hard to eat while swinging, though? No worries -- I don't like tapas much, anyway -- I just want to go to a place that has playground equipment instead of grown-up seating, in an otherwise very, very dark and super cool basement-y bar. We'll just have a drink there.) Depending how adventurous we feel, we might wander up the street to the hookah bar. Seriously -- they have at least four hookahs per table, and you sit on pillows on the floor. This is legal here. (Not just the sitting on the floor part -- that's legal in most countries, including the US...I meant the hookah part.) Of course, we won't try the hookahs, right? We'll just look? Take a lookah at the hookah?
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore...

* = this is your official invitation