My bags were packed...
Bon voyage!
Once alone at JFK I promptly began my vacation...
On the plane I remained calm...
I arrived in Dublin on Tuesday morning...
The plane to Paris was difficult. I hadn't slept in like 20 hours. Finally I arrived in Paris. Because I am a trooper, I took the metro from Charles de Gaulle to Pia's apartment.
I thought my hands would be covered in blisters. My bags were so fucking heavy. Taking the metro was a mistake. I should have taken a taxi. I had to stop and rest every 15 feet between the metro and Pia's.
Voila Chez Pia!!
Alone, but ecstatic to be in Paris, I went to a bar, Le Tournesol. There I met some friendly Frenchies. They paid for everything. But I hadn't eaten since Dublin. But I think I was too excited (drunk) to care...
Is there anything sexier than a 6'2" Frenchman driving stick shift in a tiny car through the streets of Paris? Peut-etre, mais je ne pense pas...
7 comments:
I LOVE IT. IT'S SO YOU........
JE T'AIME.
MAMA
je suis jalouse.
so glad you made it momma! send me french post cards so i feel loved. and more blog posts! ps. you are such a good lil' packer.
yay cary! such a great lil taste of your life rite now .. can u imagine my big smile?!?!!
xoxox
So fun. Keep them coming.
That was from Silvia, not sure why was listed as anonymous.
Alors Cary, Paris! Finalement! Felicitations ma petite. Um cello? Qui the FUCK est monsieur La Verre? Je crois qu'ilya a rather sizable resemblance between Yann and un autre dude. Weird.
Enfant effin' terrible, eat some food and get some sleep. xo.
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