Grenoble, Grenoble, Grenoble
		It is a nice little city, with a picturesque center, University, and who could forget, the Bastille.  If you happen to be stuck there in the only 3 weeks of the year that you  can't snowboard, I highly reccomend that you go to visit Francisco.  He is cool.  Mormons, Christians, Muslims, and anyone opposed to reckless consumption of alcohol need not apply.  This man is a machine.  Night after night we went out, consuming ridiculous quantities of 18 year scotch, recruiting hapless frenchmen to jump on bridges, and establishing warm relations with whomever we could speak a sentence to.  He is one heck of a bad influence.  This alone would not make him a machine.  This would make him a friend.  The thing that makes him a machine is that he was sleep deprived when I got there, and went to work all day while I slept  Even so, he incited me to higher and higher levels of constructive mayhem..  Here is a picture of the man, the legend, the Venezuelan.......Francisco
	One night, we decided to go out sober-ish.  Boy, were we surprised at how popular we were. We had made a dozen or so friends that thought we were witty and intelligent.  Good times.  Nothing like controlled debauchery with a good friend.  But I don't want you to get the idea that going out was all we did.....  We took road trips to the Alps to sample some of France's goodies.
				If you go to the next Grenoble Page, you can see more R rated fun.  I have to emphasize, however, that none of this was my fault.  You try arguing with a 6'3" Venezuelan that outweighs you.  He will try and tell you that I am the bad influence, but it's not true, it's not, it's not, it's not, it's not.......