Diddlin' in the D 1st Annual Pub Crawl

Well if you don't know what a Diddle is or a Diddlin' in the D it was my first pub crawl around downtown Detroit. It brought out the best of everyone truely. Some diddled in a bush , some diddled a cab driver (who really was a Coney Island delivery man)..some diddled one too many beers, etc. You get the point and if you still don't here is the meaning

The Definition:

Diddle
v. did·dled, did·dling, did·dles,
v.tr.
1. To jerk up and down or back and forth.
2. Vulgar Slang
v.intr.
1. To shake rapidly; jiggle.
2. Slang To play experimentally; toy: The children diddled with the knobs on the television all afternoon.
3. Slang To waste time: diddled around all morning.

I deleted the part of the definition that took my blog to PG to R

A true diddler in our hearts are those who look completely sketchy and you want nothing to do with because they could have possible "diddled" their cousin or their 14 year old neighbor. The pub crawl had a set of rules and we made sure we looked as completely out-there as possible.

All the Diddles lead to tons of Giggles!

The Bounce House

a 3 year old Birthday party couldn't have gone any better. This past weekend was a celebration of my nephew's third year in the wild world of life. So a party at an indoor facility with bouncy things was in order. I took full advantage of being Aunt Jackie and got silly. What I did not think would happen was me walking out of that joint as the ONLY person with 2 snoopy bandages from being burned on the slide and a watery eye because I was jacked in the face with a dodge ball. The toddlers walked away scratch, bruise, burned free. Me not so much. I won't add the fact that I was still buzzed from the previous night and the 4 beers before the bounce house had anything to do with being injured. Before and after shots of myself. Happy... Not happy. I got Bounced.

J'adore Paris <3

Bonjour Paris! J'ai manqué vous!

June 9th-11th

The time finally came and I was back in my favorite city in the world, Paris. Alex and I toured the romantic city. We made of all of the stops minus the Louvre. That was heart breaking. We hiked up the E.Tower to catch the fab views from the top. The best part about Paris, was the evening dinner at Aubergy de la Bonne Franquette. A traditional French restaurant (well obviously ) located in Montmartre's artist quarter. A three course dinner and endless amounts of wine. In the picture you can see we took full advantage of this. The waiter loved our American guts not to mention the entertainer who resembled a clown/David Bowie with too tight red pants. I also thought he looked like Betsy Johnson, the fashion designer.

Once we were all boozed up the next stop was Novelle Eve, a cabaret show. Topless girls and shimmys took over the stage along with magic tricks. I was highly entertained. The champagne did wonders and the dazzlin Can Can dances stole my heart. I did not want to leave, we soon then returned to our camp ground and our hot box cabins and kept drinking the night away. Next stop was London and my European travels were over. :(

Switerland: Lauterbrunnen

The Fall
Behind the Fall

June 8th- June 9th

Swiss Alps, where the dogs had those barrels on their necks and I had some major rest and relaxation. The scernery was UNREAL. I took that in and watched a few fotball matches. My partner and crime was MIA with illness so I took it easy because I was way too excited for PARIS...

Italy- take me to Venice, Rome, Florence

Florence:

June 7th

Rome was great, but we had to leave and take our morning drive to Florence. The morning drive to Florence included a walking tour to the Duomo, Giotto's Bell Tower, Piazza Dell Signoria and the Basilica of Sante Croce. I got some leather bracelets and some sliver earrings. We saw the real naked David and then stalked a gelateria .Nothing funny really happened besides the fact we were rained on and I had a wet dress all night. My friend turned into a Gypsy at the bar and begged for money. He only received a lemon and a date website business card and a shit load of funny looks. By 4 am my dress was dried.

The Gyspy begger and his bus. card

Italy- take me to Venice, Rome, Florence

Rome:

June 4th-6th

Just Romin' around y'all...

To continue from the previous night of having our tudes' adjusted I was in NO shape or form to see Rome. I am not crazy so of course I sucked it up and got my Rome on. The Eternal City has met it's match and that would be the wrath of a hungover American girl. The ancient city was beyond my wildest imagination. The Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, Piazza Novona, The Colosseum, Imperial Forum and the Vatican City made this trip worth all of my dolla bills.

We stayed on a camp ground once again in a hot box cabin. The funniest lil diddy I have about ROme is on the first night we were by the Trevi Fountain, we were directed to eat an authentic Italian meal down "cheap street" Our crew found a restaurant called "Take It Easy Cafe". DUN DUN DUN that's where we should have put 2 and 2 together. Cheap street + Takin it easy = one terrible meal from a microwave!!!!!!!! haha . The joke was on us being dumb American tourists.

Italy- take me to Venice, Rome, Florence

Venice: June 2nd-4th

Ciao Bella, I tell ya...if I would have heard that one more time I probably was going to go ape on an Italian dude in Italy. (side note)

Anyways me and my travelin bud, Alex left Munich. The beer hall and disco party done us in, but I wouldn't have asked for anything more. On the way to Venice we journeyed past Verona, home to Romeo and Juliet. We then took a short boat ride to see the historical centre of Venice called St. Mark's Square (I'd prefer to call it Pigeon Paradise/playground or my demise where i learned to matrix the piges at any split micro second), the Doges' Place, and the Bridge of Sighs.


We ventured around the city and I'd have to say it was my favorite place so far. We got lost several times. We had UNREAL lattes and pizza boats. We were told it was fun to get lost, not gonna lie after the 5th attempt to finding where we needed to be I was not in mood to be "lost" anymore. The way to cheer us up was the priceless gondola ride where we were serenaded by a gondolier and his "I love yous" and kisses faces stole our hearts. NOT really, but what did steal my heart was my lil bottle of vino at 2 pm.

After the city we went back to our campground where life got FUZZY and Alex became a Hotmess of sickness. We did enjoy our last night by getting wild and "adjusting" out attitudes with these cocktails called "attitude adjusters" Alls I have to say is... Welp I don't remember much after ONE!