My List So Far

This was number eight on the list.

A night of drunken debauchery.

i didn't expect so many pictures....

It started out nice enough with a dinner at the apartment.

Clearly having fun....

But what is that you ask?

That my friends, is what should've been my last drink all over my stockings.

Worst pizza ever. i think. i don't remember eating it.

Following the pizza was a hilarious cab ride home after i walked us in the wrong direction.

Highlight of the day...

Somehow Brock forgot the highlight of the day.

Pain au chocolate. Still warm. Tastes like heaven.

Day two & three.

Napoleon is dead... this is proof.

Things you can't do in Paris... walk on the grass.

You haven't lived until you've ridden a cannon.

Throwin' gang signs like Jesus did at the Sacre Coeur.

Help me, help Africa... long story.

Shockingly beautiful... yet smelled like a urinal.

I can hear you now... "You're so immature!"... like you wouldn't have added the "H"!

Paris at night.

Racism or clever marketing?

The French chicks love me!

Note to self: Next time bring mace.

Do you see the 10 euro charge? That was for water.

What Parisians really think of Canada... moose... hockey and leaves.

Lovers.

End transmission.

Art vs Porn.

Sometimes the picture says it all.

Day one.

Things i don't like about Paris so far:

1. Jean Marc - You made our plane late... you son of a bitch.

2. Parisian customs - What the fuck... are you herding me like a goat?

Things i like about Paris so far:

1. Belgian beer is going to give my Mom her second grandchild.

2. Dirty rivers and veggie balls.

The apartment is real... yet small.

And somehow already contains a bottle of vodka... who knew?

This week....

(written while on the train to Paris)

i never miss an opportunity to make a list so here is my top ten things i hope to do while in Paris. i’m curious to see if Brock will indulge me in my sick need to plan and organise and prepare his own list. (please?!)

i’ll update with pictures as i cross things off.

1. sleep in. i won’t need to let Tonka outside and Brock won’t need to give Primus his shot and neither of us needs to go to work.
2. eat lunch in a park. Preferrably in the garden at Musee de Rodin. Cheese, bread and tomatos. Love.
3. see a movie in an old cinema. Hopefully in English.
4. Day trip to Versailles. Complete with daydream of Jason Schwartzman and i playing hide and seek in the garden in fabulous clothes.
5. Shop. Just a teensy bit. Brock wants records, i want makeup, French lingerie and thigh high boots.
6. One night of sloppy drunken debauchery. Hopefully planned the night before the morning i get to sleep in. (there may not be pictures for that one...)
7. Order cheese at a Fromagerie without making a total ass of myself.
8. Sacre Couer. i’ve never seen it and it looks beautiful. i want to run up the stairs as fast as my little legs will carry me like i did at St. Pauls when i was little, embarassing my mother.
9. hold hands.
10. visit a cemetery.

one more sleep.

i get on a train to London at 8am tomorrow and catch the Eurostar at 12:30. i'm so excited. so so so so excited.

This has been the longest week in history. True story.

And next week will fly by.

i thought i had seen a lot in Paris (i've been there 2.5 times) but as Brock started talking about Paris i realised he knows way more about it than i do. So i got a book and highlighted everything important. To me. We're going to be busy....