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hypatia42I got to sleep last night. Co-worker texted after we had gone to sleep saying Café Chic was “off the hook tonite!” We went back to sleep. Still saddens me that we haven’t been clubbing but sleeping was good for me. I went to sleep around 11:30 and got up at 6 only to go back to sleep around 8 and not get up til 10:30. I feel much better for it. Given how little sleep I have gotten while here compared to how much I am used to that is not surprising.
So today has been a lazy day so far. I wandered the mall. Then I wandered the Christmas Market outside the mall. Totally crazy. I never thought I would see a mercantile area so busy in the middle of the day on a Monday. Do most people have Mondays as a holiday here? I did discover that if we move here I am going to have to bring shoes with me. Apparently there aren’t women with feet my size that live in this city. Maybe I could find the shops that cater to transvestites? They also don’t believe in my breast size here. They have fabulous styles but they lack size imagination I guess. After finding these things out I did some looking around and discovered that I am taller than the women here. Even when they are wearing heels I am taller than most of them. You’d think I’d be used to this right? Not so. It still surprises me.
I picked up a rock for Amiee. I have been looking for the “1yard of fabric, none of that wool or silk you seem to like so much either” for my mom. She may end up getting a shawl that she can cut to pieces cause finding a fabric store has been, well so far I have failed. Ang’s ornament should be easier. I found some in the Christmas market. The Honey will have to come with or decide that he doesn’t need to and send me with the money. Sissy has been a problem. I think she would really fit in well here. Thus picking that one thing that she needs is damn near impossible. Other people I am thinking about. I think for Berkie I am just going to skip getting her something and start saving for a plane ticket for her. If anyone needs to see Montmatre, she does. Tho the color changing plastic Eiffel Tower is tempting *hehehehe* The hawkers yell, “One euro one euro one euro” as they throw the things up in the air with really strong rubber bands. It is very eye catching.
Looking forward towards the rest of the month I see that I have a lot left to do. I need to figure out what I am going to bring to the Manor Dinner. I need to decide on a appetizer for the wine tasting and a wine to go with it. Then I need to figure out if I can get that wine in NJ. *scowl* I should consult with Miracle Man. I need to make sure laundry gets done and I need to pack said laundry rather than put it away cause really, we won’t be there.
I need to arrange for Kitty Cat’s stuff to come with us to KC such that she can be taken care of. I really really don’t like leaving her for so long. We are gone for most of Dec. I miss her sleeping on me. Co-worker was surprised last night that it was a deal breaker if we couldn’t being my cat but the Honey’s cat wasn’t mentioned. Its just the way it is. I’m not sure the Honey really makes the kind of connections that I do. He’s different than me. He’s not going to be effected by not having his cat around. My heart would break. Kitty cat is getting up there in age. I could not leave her for a year+ to live here. I just don’t think she’d survive that.
I like coconut macaroons. I can even tell which ones they are by the French description now. The similarities between French and English are surprising. I don’t know that it will make it an easier language to learn. A man down at the market asked me a question today and I answered him in German. *blink* I’ve never been anything close to fluent in German. Hearing another language spoken as primary has definitely stimulated my language centers. I am hearing more in Spanish and apparently if I try to count to ten in French it winds up in German somewhere around 6 or 7.
Circa dinner time we are trying to get laundry done so we can eat. A 40 minute wash cycle had taken over an hour and it had been rinsing for 20 minutes. I’m ready to eat my arm and am begging Co-worker to bring me a martini from the other hotel. 8pm, or 20:00 in local time, and I haven’t eaten since noonish, or 12:00 local time. ;) I’ve been trying to convince the guys that they should decide on dinner instead of watching the washer spin. I have not been successful in this endeavor.
Yesterday we walked up to Sacre Coeur so the Honey could see the architecture. Once again I got there as mass was underway. I have experienced something here that I don’t get to see often. The level of devotion and faith that the public who attend these churches have is astounding. It is obvious that they are truly moved by being able to interact with the icons of their faith. I see very few pagans who express that level of devotion. Hell, I don’t see that level of devotion in the US very often. Maybe it just because I am surrounded by Lutherans atm but it is disheartening to see it elsewhere and feel the lack.
Right now I want nothing more than to call 648-8888. I want to be delivered. Sadly this desire has little to do with France and everything to do with the living out of a suitcase culture. I’m not really good at it. The Honey has gotten good at it. Course even he is being tried by this situation. We saved his company about 100 euros by wasting three hours of our time. Everybody’s gotta do laundry. *sigh* This sucks.
I want you, all tatoo’d. Complicated. X-rated. I want you bad.
So today has been a lazy day so far. I wandered the mall. Then I wandered the Christmas Market outside the mall. Totally crazy. I never thought I would see a mercantile area so busy in the middle of the day on a Monday. Do most people have Mondays as a holiday here? I did discover that if we move here I am going to have to bring shoes with me. Apparently there aren’t women with feet my size that live in this city. Maybe I could find the shops that cater to transvestites? They also don’t believe in my breast size here. They have fabulous styles but they lack size imagination I guess. After finding these things out I did some looking around and discovered that I am taller than the women here. Even when they are wearing heels I am taller than most of them. You’d think I’d be used to this right? Not so. It still surprises me.
I picked up a rock for Amiee. I have been looking for the “1yard of fabric, none of that wool or silk you seem to like so much either” for my mom. She may end up getting a shawl that she can cut to pieces cause finding a fabric store has been, well so far I have failed. Ang’s ornament should be easier. I found some in the Christmas market. The Honey will have to come with or decide that he doesn’t need to and send me with the money. Sissy has been a problem. I think she would really fit in well here. Thus picking that one thing that she needs is damn near impossible. Other people I am thinking about. I think for Berkie I am just going to skip getting her something and start saving for a plane ticket for her. If anyone needs to see Montmatre, she does. Tho the color changing plastic Eiffel Tower is tempting *hehehehe* The hawkers yell, “One euro one euro one euro” as they throw the things up in the air with really strong rubber bands. It is very eye catching.
Looking forward towards the rest of the month I see that I have a lot left to do. I need to figure out what I am going to bring to the Manor Dinner. I need to decide on a appetizer for the wine tasting and a wine to go with it. Then I need to figure out if I can get that wine in NJ. *scowl* I should consult with Miracle Man. I need to make sure laundry gets done and I need to pack said laundry rather than put it away cause really, we won’t be there.
I need to arrange for Kitty Cat’s stuff to come with us to KC such that she can be taken care of. I really really don’t like leaving her for so long. We are gone for most of Dec. I miss her sleeping on me. Co-worker was surprised last night that it was a deal breaker if we couldn’t being my cat but the Honey’s cat wasn’t mentioned. Its just the way it is. I’m not sure the Honey really makes the kind of connections that I do. He’s different than me. He’s not going to be effected by not having his cat around. My heart would break. Kitty cat is getting up there in age. I could not leave her for a year+ to live here. I just don’t think she’d survive that.
I like coconut macaroons. I can even tell which ones they are by the French description now. The similarities between French and English are surprising. I don’t know that it will make it an easier language to learn. A man down at the market asked me a question today and I answered him in German. *blink* I’ve never been anything close to fluent in German. Hearing another language spoken as primary has definitely stimulated my language centers. I am hearing more in Spanish and apparently if I try to count to ten in French it winds up in German somewhere around 6 or 7.
Circa dinner time we are trying to get laundry done so we can eat. A 40 minute wash cycle had taken over an hour and it had been rinsing for 20 minutes. I’m ready to eat my arm and am begging Co-worker to bring me a martini from the other hotel. 8pm, or 20:00 in local time, and I haven’t eaten since noonish, or 12:00 local time. ;) I’ve been trying to convince the guys that they should decide on dinner instead of watching the washer spin. I have not been successful in this endeavor.
Yesterday we walked up to Sacre Coeur so the Honey could see the architecture. Once again I got there as mass was underway. I have experienced something here that I don’t get to see often. The level of devotion and faith that the public who attend these churches have is astounding. It is obvious that they are truly moved by being able to interact with the icons of their faith. I see very few pagans who express that level of devotion. Hell, I don’t see that level of devotion in the US very often. Maybe it just because I am surrounded by Lutherans atm but it is disheartening to see it elsewhere and feel the lack.
Right now I want nothing more than to call 648-8888. I want to be delivered. Sadly this desire has little to do with France and everything to do with the living out of a suitcase culture. I’m not really good at it. The Honey has gotten good at it. Course even he is being tried by this situation. We saved his company about 100 euros by wasting three hours of our time. Everybody’s gotta do laundry. *sigh* This sucks.
I want you, all tatoo’d. Complicated. X-rated. I want you bad.