Sneakin in to Roland Garros

Yesterday i went to Bois de Borlogne which is this huge park on the east side of paris. i went cuz it was a nice day and a double bonus is that there are 2 huge horsetracks in the park so if the weather turns ill just run over to the races and get my game on. that should give you an idea of how big the park is tho. not one but 2 horsetracks and one of them is Longchamps maybe the biggest horse arena in europe and absolutely beautiful. the other is a steeple track. the park also has lakes with islands and a restaurant on one of the islands that i guess you have to row to. all the books say when the sun sets this park is where some serious naughtiness happens (well the sun was still up when i was leaving, i see this black girl wearing a bra like top and having problems adjusting it, as i get nearer it wasnt a girl at all and her crossdressing friend that was standing next to her started catcalling in french). right outside the southern tip is roland garros. the park is so big it probably can hold 100 times the grounds of roland garros. to get to the park you take a subway that kinda drops you nearby roland garros, so i figured since i didnt get federer to sign a hat for holler, i'd steal some of the famous clay and bring it back to him. so i went over and these guys at the gates hassle me and i tell them i'm going to the museum. at the museum i ask the ticket lady if i can run over to centre court and take a picture and ill be right back, she said no but i persisted and said ill be back in less than a minute. the court was right next to the museum. she said ok and i was in! so i go around this corner and there are all these models and photographers and stuff. they were shooting an ad! just my luck. so i decide not to give up and i walk around and to suzanne lenghen court right next to chartrier. it's the other big court. sweet no one there except some kids playing! i scooped up some clay and even hit some balls that escaped their little net game. i got this nice kid to take my photo too. cute little french kid, real talkative- his favorite players were federer no.1 and then roddick and gasquet. he didnt like djocovik (who does) or monfils! how could he not like monfils? i love the guy. he plays tennis like mutombo plays basketball. then i went walking thru the park, saw a bunch of lakes, a waterfall, woods, bikers and bladers, 2 crossdressers, and there turned out not to be any races at either track anyway. then i went to the market and picked up groceries and cooked for my workin' girl.