Friday Crackberry Pic
This is a pic of P when we were in Paris. Taken from a very tall metal structure…in Paris…famous structure. My friend L (not to be confused with sister L) lives there currently but is moving to the country in the next couple months. Her blog is the fist one on my links list but she has not updated in a while (hint, hint). This was my second trip to France and P’s first. Next time we go it will be to the countryside to visit L and T probably bypassing gay Pariee altogether. Why? We are ugly Americans who don’t speak French and when you don’t speak French in Paris (and even when you try), sometimes (not all the time) they do mean things like send you the VER
Y VERY long/stupid way to Versailles, knowing there is some sort of rollerblading event on the main road that makes the bus you take after the train you take let you off about 2 or 3 miles from your destination.
BTW, totally not our fault, when we told L what happened she wanted to find the train guy that told to go this way and chew him out…in perfect French. I don’t think she got the chance though.
Anyway, tonight P will be holding his Halo meeting tonight so I need to figure something out to do with myself. I may be cooking stuff for Mother’s Day for next week. Hopefully the committee that is Halo players will not eat it all.