Obee kaybee. This one is going to be short and sweet because I am about to fall asleep on this lovely hotel desk.
Woke up, had breakfast, went to Sacre Cleur with some other FAO wives, walked around Momarte, bought two meters of awesome Japanese fabric at a fabric store, rode the metro to God only knows where, ate soup/samon/chocolate moose at a sorta German decor restraunt for lunch, went to Printemps w/same FAO wives, got separated from same FAO wives, got lost in Printemps, found some good deals, found the exit, found the hotel, found Lance, walked to Champs de Elyees, had a Royal with Cheese for dinner at McDonalds, walked back to the hotel, started typing this entry.
I'm tired. Bonne Nuit!
5 comments:
It is sort of sad that I only know what a McDonald's "Royal" is from having seen Quentin Tarentino's Pulp Fiction at least five times. When I was in Paris with the YMCA 40+ years ago, we barely had McDonald's in Pennsylvania. In Reading, there was only one on Lancaster Avenue. In those days they were able to put the actual number of billions of burgers they had sold on their signs in only three letters ("one" and "two"). It was a big deal when they went to "three," because there was not enough room for the same typeface.
Oh you know that is why I ordered it. Lance had a La Big Mac and they really do sell beer!
Uncle Drew
Some of us go back to remembering when "1 million" was hit!
Kristin and Lance
Does your President know the part you are playing in stimulating the global economy? You might be eligible for some TARP !!
Who's Bonne Nuit? :)
who's "no sand in my shoes?"
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