zinzinish

Paris has ruined me for all other cities. I’m making the move to this little beach town outside Monaco in a week exactly, so i guess i’ll give you some Parisian highlights.

these two are both Hannah/theatre oriented activities:

so you know that show where the little boy from Harry Potter plays grownup and gets all naked and rides on a mechanical horse? yea, saw the Parisian version on the Champs-E. me like naked theatre done in French.

mime recital at Hannah’s school. WHAT?! so sweet that i would come back to Paris just to see the Spring show.

prim, poofy gray-haired French teacher telling our class that “Voltaire, like all men, had his needs”

jamming with Erx

dinner chez Jacqui and Miranda

discovering Archards des Legumes

new year’s eve on the Champs Elysee, because, you know, ‘rock out with your cock out’

Chinese foods on Christmas Eve

miss Annie and all of her guidance and glory

finding out that true love is blind

sharing my anxieties about getting off the metro with Mariam, on a bus. loudly. because it’s really scary getting off the metro! it jerks about a second before it stops. one time i stood up too soon, and fell INTO A CHILD. not ok.

ramen. simpsons. nanna. TEA.

loving PEOPLE.

soldes. the sales here are INSANE. and it goes on for weeks and weeks, with all the stores, and tempts and gnaws at you until you empty your bank account. i am well on my way, but i have really pretty things to show for it.

seeing Justice on like my second night here. seeing Kiefer Sutherland at the Moose. seeing people in black, carrying baguettes, wearing berets, and smoking like they’re too cool for shit, every. day.

i’m bedding now, but if you’re the person who has me on your google reader, will you let me know?  somehow i think that’s so super duper cool.