Perhaps with some fava beans and a nice... am I ever going to stop using food as my titles?

[aruan]

Heh. French!LiveJournal tells me that I'll find my main page under entrees recentes, which is an interesting metaphor. Makes it sound sort of like you're stepping into a coroner's office and reading the contents of my guts. Not entirely inaccurate.

On another random note, I really should've finished reading Anne Rice when I was of the age for it, because now, the melodramatic neo-gothic romance thing isn't so much rubbing me the right teenage-angst-soothing way.

Not that there was ever any doubt at all, but after a somewhat turbulent affair, Paris and I are truly, madly, and sing it with me now, deeply en amoureuse. At least I think that's how you say it. It'll break my heart to leave Wednesday, but my budget thanks me. We won't go into just how little the dollar is worth on the entire continent, because it'll only make me weep for all the chic little boutiques I had designs on yet. *le sigh*

However, this also means I'll be properly in the fold again very soon, a thought which wraps comfortingly around me too much like the anticipation of an impending high to contemplate too closely.

CFTC - Three parties? I don't remember the last time I did three parties in one weekend of my own volition, but this means I should get on that jetlag thing right quick upon my triumphant return, eh?

*sigh*

I don't ever really have to stop eating baguettes and smoking in restaurants and hanging out in the Louvre's courtyard and wear three layers just to conserve some modicrum of body heat in the middle of July or resign myself to mediocrity in pastries, do I? *pout*

There were things I wanted to say here, but the familiar knot of wanting to do too much and not having enough time or resources to get it all accomplished is starting to tighten. I owe replies, a lot of them, which will be gotten to, but for now, the city calls.

Comments

[halimede.livejournal.com]

Good to know you made it to Paris safely, hope the train thing went well.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

The train thing went as well as can be expected lugging that suitcase, but all in all, good times. I splurged at Lille Flandres and bought a TGV ticket for all of three Euros (because of my rail pass) so I made it home at 5:30 instead of three hours later. Mmm, love me some high-speed trains. Big thanks to you and the hubby again for your hospitality and obliging the Florida girl with her silly beach longings.

[crazybutsound]

Paris and I are truly, madly, and sing it with me now, deeply en amoureuse.

I think you need to lose the "en", here, and add an "s" at the end of "amoureuse". ;-)

Outside of that, it's lovely to read some news. You sound like your trip was more than wonderful and I'm happy for you. Very selfishly, though, I'm going to be happy that you're back in Florida, just because it'll mean I'll be able to read you more often. ;-)

And CFTC, uh? Watch me go completely green with envy. No, seriously, I look like Lorne right now. *sigh* Remember what you're supposed to say if you ever meet one of them, uh? ;-)

Have a safe trip home, darling!

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's really sucked that I couldn't go running to LJ every time something cool happened. But then, I probably wouldn't have been out there experiencing half the cool things I did. I know I'm not missing out on anything here because, hello, middle of no-freakin'-where, Florida is not where the party's at.

Yet, that is. (And yes, I do remember what to say.)

Aaw, thanks hon. It's good to know my elaborate missives are, err, missed. *g*

[digital-diva.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad the city won you over and it sounds like you're having a wonderful time.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Heart and soul, man. I don't know how I'll let it go. I did have an amazing time, about which I'll talk and yearn and gush enough to maybe get myself sent back. *g*

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

The better things are, the harder they are when they end.

Come home safely.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Indeed, 'tis true. And this is something I never want to let go, for a thousand reasons. I was there so long, it almost felt real, you know, like the city belonged to me a little as well instead of just being a brief transient.

Thank you.