Blogging from the Salons of Charles de Gaulle

Okay, the plane is delayed. Probably due to the massive rain showers, that just hit Paris tonight.

Drove by Crillon on the way out there. Had a club and a coke. I was dizzy, when I left the bar (a week of driving in Paris like a maniac can do that to you), and I stumbled into a beautiful couple just outside the rotating doors. Extremely clumsy, and very unusual for Mr. Cool here, I managed to hit them both, awkwardly and like an idiot turist.

When I looked up it was Roger Federer and his blonde girlfriend. He looked at me like I was some sort of stalker and that it was on purpose. I have so much respect for the man I just nodded, and mumbled 'pardon'.

They were escorted into the limo minibus by a doorman holding an umbrella above them.

I walked to my car, parked like a rock star outside the five star hotel, getting really wet.

Turned up for SKYROCK RADIO, fired up the 2.0 turbo diesel engine and speeded North.

TOMORROW: How I learned to love french rap/hip hop and putting together the Bongorama Paris Vol. 1 CD.