aruan | I get my press whether there's a war on

Have I mentioned Paris isn't a real place?

In my head anyway. It's something that exists in glossy brochures and history books and traveler's stories of fine wine and grand architecture and priceless art. It's a little bit magic, like a place over the rainbow that takes a twister or wayward hot air balloon to happen upon. It's not anywhere most people ever get to, yet I have a ticket in my hand with that very destination printed on it, and I don't quite know what to expect after that plane takes off. *makes sure to buckle her seatbelt*

Speaking of magic, did y'all know the former digs of the Marquis de Sade now house a museum devoted to it (and specifically intended for kids) in the basement? We could go into how much is wrong in that single sentence, but let's just move along.

Nova High was nice to see again, though I'm less and less nostalgic for it every time. Good sign. Ehnes and Ig are both doing well and wished me bon voyage. Got my cheeseburger on Las Olas with Jon and realized I truly like Americana, diners with vinyl seats and neon lights that serve milkshakes in every flavor like it was some sort of delicacy while playing music from three or four decades before I was even born. It's not that I want that to be a way of life, but I don't want to live someplace where I couldn't have it when I wanted.

Saw

walkingshadow for dinner last night, and am I going to miss that girl something fierce. "But then we'll be together in Europe," she said, which choked me right up. [[[Miranda]]]

On a parting note, because everyone else has rightly done it already: go read Private Dancer and its two predecessors right.now because my god, that song deserves that video, and Tiff has a lot to do with the way Bassez is slowly but surely eating my brain.

And I'm off to take care of business (read: play with the new digital camera). I'm so in love already and it's barely out of the box.