looking back, I should have deboarded the Virgin Airlines plane after seeing the saggy-bellied bros in Ed Hardy t-shirts and reams of neon pink lights lining the aisles. Upon checking into the Paris hotel, Joe jokingly asked, “So, what’s the theme of this hotel?” Unfortunately, the joke was lost on the fake-titted orange receptionist, who replied “Like, Paris, ugh.” Later that night at 2am, I fled the plebeians and phillistines at PURE, paying $11 for a copy of The Ecomist in a frenzy.”