Now do you beleive me?
By the way, thanks for your help with these, Nichole! XOXO
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
By the way, thanks for your help with these, Nichole! XOXO
Sunday, November 26, 2006
They faked the lunar landing right?
Ok, so when the US government faked the astronaut's landing on the moon they at least supplied us with creative photographic "evidence". Our dear sister appears to expect us to believe she went to Paris on her sheer word alone. Not even a cheap photo-booth picture of her and Gina taken with the Eiffel Tower (at the Paris Las Vegas....) in the background. I am beginning to doubt......
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Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Recurring
I keep having a recurring dream that I'm at the metro station in Paris trying to figure out how to get to the airport. I think that incident traumatized me more than I thought. I have to keep reminding myself that I figured everything out and made my flight. Why do I still have these silly dreams that cause me to wake up anxious? Silly psychology.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
How Dry I Am!
Is there anything worse than dry, crusty hands? Possibly quite a few things are worse than dry crusty hands. The plague, terrorism, cold-sores, cavities, toe fungus, echoli spinach are just a few. Still, dry crusty hands are no walk in the park. No trip to the ice cream social. No enjoyable drive through a quaint English country side.
When my hands are dry and crusty, I abhore not only my hands but everything they touch. Suddenly, a soft teddy bear feels like stroking the very jaws of satan. My keyboard feels like death. And paper...paper slices through dry skin like a knife on butter. Or skin.
What I'm trying to say is, I need some lotion.
When my hands are dry and crusty, I abhore not only my hands but everything they touch. Suddenly, a soft teddy bear feels like stroking the very jaws of satan. My keyboard feels like death. And paper...paper slices through dry skin like a knife on butter. Or skin.
What I'm trying to say is, I need some lotion.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Cupping
I suppose you think that just because we're in a crowded elevator you can cup and carress my buttocks all you want, don't you, sleazy French man?
You must think you're pretty subtle the way you gently touch then pull away, so as not to arouse suspician.
You, sir are wrong.
I'm on to your Eiffel Tower elevator tricks! I'm just not going to do anything about it. Heaven forbid I create scene.
You must think you're pretty subtle the way you gently touch then pull away, so as not to arouse suspician.
You, sir are wrong.
I'm on to your Eiffel Tower elevator tricks! I'm just not going to do anything about it. Heaven forbid I create scene.
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Friday, November 10, 2006
Who'd like a bagette?
Hmmm...I'm evaluating myself this afternoon and I think my circadium rythm is finally getting back on track. Funny how it takes longer to get back to normal than it did to adjust to Paris time.
I just want to open this by saying Paris is everything it is cracked up to be. There is a reason why tourists flock to the Eiffel Tower. Fromage is better than cheese. Human bones are not play toys, but they make for great props for photos.
I must go back! For now, I'll just revel in the memories of the past few days.
Day 1 (Wich due to a time zone was kind of day 2 also):
Get up at 4:30 a.m. to make it to the airport by 5:30 a.m. for a 7 a.m. flight.
Poor Kurt was the lucky fellow to drive me there.
Fly to Chicago, then board a plane from Chicago heading for Paris. Twas here I met Bruno, an adorable Frenchman of about 25 years old. A charicture artist for Disney World, he was going home to France to visit his family for a few days. He was so warm and friendly, all of my fears of French people being mean vanished. We laughed together about the pilot's name sounding awfully similar to "David Bowie" and proclaimed this flight to be all about rock and roll. We even sang a brief duet of "Let's Dance!"
My first sight of Paris was...well, nothing. We flew into the densest fog I'd seen since Michelle and I discovered the Leeds cemetary on a road trip home for Christmas. Bruno joked, pointing to the window and saying "Welcome to my beautiful country. Isn't it amazing?"
After waiting over an hour at the airport with a homemade sign that said "Gena Packer" she finally arrived! Twas a sweet reunion, to meet with my friend in Paris. She was accompanied by her older sister Kristen, her Aunt Lisa, and Aunt Lisa's pal Karen. What a diverse Fivesome we made! We purchased metro tickets (which we would use frequently) and hopped on a train to our hotel.
After wandering around our neighborhood for close to two hours, we finally found Hotel Marignon. It was around the corner from the metro station the whole time! Hardee har har!
As soon as our bags were safely stashed in our rooms, it was off to find the Luvre! The Luvre was about a ten minute walk from our hotel. You wanna know the truth? The absolute truth? When walking along the cobblestone roads of Paris, the urge to tap dance is almost instinct...primal...carnal. Even if you don't know how to tap dance, which I don't. In fact, looking out at the others walking the streets, you can sense something in the movement of their legs...they are fighting the urge to dance too. One day they will all stop fighting, and the Paris streets will turn into the set of a broadway musical, the taps of fashionable shoes echoing throughout Europe. Or not. I could be getting a little carried away here.
As soon as I saw the Luvre's glass pyramid, glinting in the foggy sun it hit me. I was really and truly in Paris. This realization almost brought me to tears and I thought to myself "How did I get so lucky?" Again, the urge to dance surged through my cold legs. Maybe I could sneak in a shuffle ball change without anyone noticing? Maybe not. I opted instead to pose for a picture with Gena with our legs kicked out. That would do for the time being.
After viewing such famous works of art as the Mona Lisa (small) the Venus Di Milo (large) and the Winged Triumph (not sure if that's its name) I ditched the fanny-pack clad group I was with and took Gena with me to explore Egyption Artifacts. Neat-o. All sorts of tiny sculptures and pots in a tomb-like room. How clever! Finding our way out was tricky and it turns out the Luvre is more confusing to manuever about in than any Las Vegas casino. This was good though, because I was able to see much more of it this way. Statues that reminded me of something one would find in the realm of Gondor, or in a castle at Helm's deep. A modern art room with works by Erasure, and strange art films showing in a dimly lit room. I loved the Luvre. My only regret is that I couldn't spent the entire day there exploring its many rooms and seeing its many treasures.
After the Luvre, Gena and I went out on our own, and found a bench on a bridge over the river Seine. We watched the sunset and marveled over the beauty of the city...and the two French guys behind us. We had dinner at a crepe bistro, then hung out at a trendy internet cafe before calling it a day.
Day 2:
Rise and shine! Hotel Marignon offers the kind of continental breakfast you get out of bed early for. Personal baguettes purchased that very morning at a bakery, smooth fromage to spread on it, hazelnut paste, fresh jam, a fruit cup, juice and a silver pot of hot chocolate. Tasty! Just the type of meal you need when you're going to be walking to Notre Dame! Notre Dame was another 10-15 minute walk from our hotel (talk about good location) so we were off! On the way, we discovered a memorial for deported Parisians who were shipped to Nazi prison camps during WWII. Of the hundreds of thousands that were deported, less than 1% would ever return to their homes. A deep tomb behind black iron bars is lit with thousands of tiny bulbs, one for each Parision who didn't return. The effect was chilling and beautiful, a very moving memorial. How odd, that mere minutes after such a touching spiritual experience, Gena and I found ourselves on brightly painted teeter-totters laughing hysterically as we bounced up and down? Even odder that said teeter totters were on the grounds of Notre Dame.
Notre Dame is amazing. What can I say that would capture the effect of the architecture, the statues, the enormous crucafix? How can I describe the burning in my quads as I climbed the bell tower to gaze at gargoyles, of which no two were the same? I can't. Which is why you all must go there yourself someday.
After Notre Dame, we went shopping in an enormous mall. Oh how I loath shopping. Even in Paris. Still, I was able to find a pair of those fashionable skinny jeans all the hip kids are wearing these days. It was exhausting though, and when we finally sat down to our three course dinner at Le Marathon Cafe, I was famished! Mmmm...French onion soup, rare steak with a creamy pepper sauce, and chocolate mousse. The perfect end to one amazing day. It seemed tough to top, but....
Day 3-the BEST DAY!
Started way too early, but with the delicious breakfast so that was okay. Today was Versailles day! My group kept pronouncing it wrong-Ver-sails was how they said it. I kept correcting them. "Ver-SIGH" I'd say over and over again. Must have drove them nuts-o! We took the metro as Versailles was NOT within walking distance. It was about a 30 minute metro ride, which I enjoyed because I was able to see so much of the city this way. Every neighborhood we passed look like one I would like to explore. Versailles was beautiful. A huge palace with endless hallways and rooms. The whole time I was there, I fantasized hiding somewhere, perhaps under Louise the 15ths large bed, until it was closed so I could explore at my own pace and go into the areas that weren't open to the public. I refrained from doing this because...I need to hop on the metro to find the CATACOMBS before they closed. Gena was the only one who wanted to come with me, so it was just the two of us! Huzzah! What an adventure. We found them without a problem and were delighted to find that because we were considered youth, we got in a half price! Yeah!
The Catacombs are not a guided tour. You simply pay your fee and are pointed in the direction of a winding stone staircase that plunges deep below the streets of Paris. Very foreboding. I couldn't help but think "WooooooooooEEEEEEEEEEEEoooooooh!" In my head as we wound round those centuries old steps, deeper and deeper into the darkness of the underworld. Bwa ha ha ha! After reaching the bottom of the steps, a bright and cheery room welcomes you with photos on the wall and a brief history of the Catacombs, or Osuary. From there, a dimly lit stone tunnel awaits. Damp, but not cold the tunnels seem to wind on forever, names of the street etched in black on the walls. Gena and I were alone for most of the catacombs (not a very touristy place for some reason) and when we weren't talking with each other, the only sound heard was the crunching of our footsteps in the occasional dripping from the ceiling. I almost expected rats and bats, but didn't see a single one. After the tunnel finally ends, it opens into a clearing where there are large stone pillars around an entrance way. Above the entrance, in French it says "Beware: You Are About to Enter the Empire of the Dead." So of course, you can't wait to proceed. As soon as you step through, the walls are no longer stone. They are bones. Skulls, femurs and tibias stacked neatly on top of each other and piled almost to the ceiling are an overwhelming site. I fought the urge to pop a skull cleanly from its place in the wall and slip it in my bag for a souvineer. Gena picked up a femur and pretended to whomp me in the head with it. She challenged me to a duel, but even I have my limits. After all, these bones were people at one time! Still, the memory of her, femur in hand posed for battle does make me chuckle. There are qoutes on the wall, etched in what appears to be blood or perhaps just red paint. I wish I knew what they said. Guess I'll just have to go back! The Catacombs were my very favorite part of Paris and I would love to revisit them.
After this adventure, what else was there left to do? But of course! The Eiffel Tower! It was about 8:30 pm when Kristen, Gena and myself hopped aboard the metro, putting us atop the tower at about 9 pm. The Eiffel Tower is big. Much bigger than you think it is. The Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas is perhaps the size of one of the real Eiffel Tower's legs. Ain't nothing like the real thing baby. From atop this majestic building, one can see nearly all of Paris. The Ard d'Triomph, Champse Lesay (I'm not spelling any of this right, mind you) and many beautiful palaces. It was a great way to end my stay in Paris.
The next morning, after some frightening confusion on the metro having to do with an unexpected metro strike, I found myself nearly in tears clutching my suitecase. But I was able to figure everything out and was on my flight heading towards Chicago on time! As marvelous as my stay in Paris was, it was so nice to arrive in the good ol' USA.
And you know what I learned on this trip? Airplane dinners really aren't bad at all.
I just want to open this by saying Paris is everything it is cracked up to be. There is a reason why tourists flock to the Eiffel Tower. Fromage is better than cheese. Human bones are not play toys, but they make for great props for photos.
I must go back! For now, I'll just revel in the memories of the past few days.
Day 1 (Wich due to a time zone was kind of day 2 also):
Get up at 4:30 a.m. to make it to the airport by 5:30 a.m. for a 7 a.m. flight.
Poor Kurt was the lucky fellow to drive me there.
Fly to Chicago, then board a plane from Chicago heading for Paris. Twas here I met Bruno, an adorable Frenchman of about 25 years old. A charicture artist for Disney World, he was going home to France to visit his family for a few days. He was so warm and friendly, all of my fears of French people being mean vanished. We laughed together about the pilot's name sounding awfully similar to "David Bowie" and proclaimed this flight to be all about rock and roll. We even sang a brief duet of "Let's Dance!"
My first sight of Paris was...well, nothing. We flew into the densest fog I'd seen since Michelle and I discovered the Leeds cemetary on a road trip home for Christmas. Bruno joked, pointing to the window and saying "Welcome to my beautiful country. Isn't it amazing?"
After waiting over an hour at the airport with a homemade sign that said "Gena Packer" she finally arrived! Twas a sweet reunion, to meet with my friend in Paris. She was accompanied by her older sister Kristen, her Aunt Lisa, and Aunt Lisa's pal Karen. What a diverse Fivesome we made! We purchased metro tickets (which we would use frequently) and hopped on a train to our hotel.
After wandering around our neighborhood for close to two hours, we finally found Hotel Marignon. It was around the corner from the metro station the whole time! Hardee har har!
As soon as our bags were safely stashed in our rooms, it was off to find the Luvre! The Luvre was about a ten minute walk from our hotel. You wanna know the truth? The absolute truth? When walking along the cobblestone roads of Paris, the urge to tap dance is almost instinct...primal...carnal. Even if you don't know how to tap dance, which I don't. In fact, looking out at the others walking the streets, you can sense something in the movement of their legs...they are fighting the urge to dance too. One day they will all stop fighting, and the Paris streets will turn into the set of a broadway musical, the taps of fashionable shoes echoing throughout Europe. Or not. I could be getting a little carried away here.
As soon as I saw the Luvre's glass pyramid, glinting in the foggy sun it hit me. I was really and truly in Paris. This realization almost brought me to tears and I thought to myself "How did I get so lucky?" Again, the urge to dance surged through my cold legs. Maybe I could sneak in a shuffle ball change without anyone noticing? Maybe not. I opted instead to pose for a picture with Gena with our legs kicked out. That would do for the time being.
After viewing such famous works of art as the Mona Lisa (small) the Venus Di Milo (large) and the Winged Triumph (not sure if that's its name) I ditched the fanny-pack clad group I was with and took Gena with me to explore Egyption Artifacts. Neat-o. All sorts of tiny sculptures and pots in a tomb-like room. How clever! Finding our way out was tricky and it turns out the Luvre is more confusing to manuever about in than any Las Vegas casino. This was good though, because I was able to see much more of it this way. Statues that reminded me of something one would find in the realm of Gondor, or in a castle at Helm's deep. A modern art room with works by Erasure, and strange art films showing in a dimly lit room. I loved the Luvre. My only regret is that I couldn't spent the entire day there exploring its many rooms and seeing its many treasures.
After the Luvre, Gena and I went out on our own, and found a bench on a bridge over the river Seine. We watched the sunset and marveled over the beauty of the city...and the two French guys behind us. We had dinner at a crepe bistro, then hung out at a trendy internet cafe before calling it a day.
Day 2:
Rise and shine! Hotel Marignon offers the kind of continental breakfast you get out of bed early for. Personal baguettes purchased that very morning at a bakery, smooth fromage to spread on it, hazelnut paste, fresh jam, a fruit cup, juice and a silver pot of hot chocolate. Tasty! Just the type of meal you need when you're going to be walking to Notre Dame! Notre Dame was another 10-15 minute walk from our hotel (talk about good location) so we were off! On the way, we discovered a memorial for deported Parisians who were shipped to Nazi prison camps during WWII. Of the hundreds of thousands that were deported, less than 1% would ever return to their homes. A deep tomb behind black iron bars is lit with thousands of tiny bulbs, one for each Parision who didn't return. The effect was chilling and beautiful, a very moving memorial. How odd, that mere minutes after such a touching spiritual experience, Gena and I found ourselves on brightly painted teeter-totters laughing hysterically as we bounced up and down? Even odder that said teeter totters were on the grounds of Notre Dame.
Notre Dame is amazing. What can I say that would capture the effect of the architecture, the statues, the enormous crucafix? How can I describe the burning in my quads as I climbed the bell tower to gaze at gargoyles, of which no two were the same? I can't. Which is why you all must go there yourself someday.
After Notre Dame, we went shopping in an enormous mall. Oh how I loath shopping. Even in Paris. Still, I was able to find a pair of those fashionable skinny jeans all the hip kids are wearing these days. It was exhausting though, and when we finally sat down to our three course dinner at Le Marathon Cafe, I was famished! Mmmm...French onion soup, rare steak with a creamy pepper sauce, and chocolate mousse. The perfect end to one amazing day. It seemed tough to top, but....
Day 3-the BEST DAY!
Started way too early, but with the delicious breakfast so that was okay. Today was Versailles day! My group kept pronouncing it wrong-Ver-sails was how they said it. I kept correcting them. "Ver-SIGH" I'd say over and over again. Must have drove them nuts-o! We took the metro as Versailles was NOT within walking distance. It was about a 30 minute metro ride, which I enjoyed because I was able to see so much of the city this way. Every neighborhood we passed look like one I would like to explore. Versailles was beautiful. A huge palace with endless hallways and rooms. The whole time I was there, I fantasized hiding somewhere, perhaps under Louise the 15ths large bed, until it was closed so I could explore at my own pace and go into the areas that weren't open to the public. I refrained from doing this because...I need to hop on the metro to find the CATACOMBS before they closed. Gena was the only one who wanted to come with me, so it was just the two of us! Huzzah! What an adventure. We found them without a problem and were delighted to find that because we were considered youth, we got in a half price! Yeah!
The Catacombs are not a guided tour. You simply pay your fee and are pointed in the direction of a winding stone staircase that plunges deep below the streets of Paris. Very foreboding. I couldn't help but think "WooooooooooEEEEEEEEEEEEoooooooh!" In my head as we wound round those centuries old steps, deeper and deeper into the darkness of the underworld. Bwa ha ha ha! After reaching the bottom of the steps, a bright and cheery room welcomes you with photos on the wall and a brief history of the Catacombs, or Osuary. From there, a dimly lit stone tunnel awaits. Damp, but not cold the tunnels seem to wind on forever, names of the street etched in black on the walls. Gena and I were alone for most of the catacombs (not a very touristy place for some reason) and when we weren't talking with each other, the only sound heard was the crunching of our footsteps in the occasional dripping from the ceiling. I almost expected rats and bats, but didn't see a single one. After the tunnel finally ends, it opens into a clearing where there are large stone pillars around an entrance way. Above the entrance, in French it says "Beware: You Are About to Enter the Empire of the Dead." So of course, you can't wait to proceed. As soon as you step through, the walls are no longer stone. They are bones. Skulls, femurs and tibias stacked neatly on top of each other and piled almost to the ceiling are an overwhelming site. I fought the urge to pop a skull cleanly from its place in the wall and slip it in my bag for a souvineer. Gena picked up a femur and pretended to whomp me in the head with it. She challenged me to a duel, but even I have my limits. After all, these bones were people at one time! Still, the memory of her, femur in hand posed for battle does make me chuckle. There are qoutes on the wall, etched in what appears to be blood or perhaps just red paint. I wish I knew what they said. Guess I'll just have to go back! The Catacombs were my very favorite part of Paris and I would love to revisit them.
After this adventure, what else was there left to do? But of course! The Eiffel Tower! It was about 8:30 pm when Kristen, Gena and myself hopped aboard the metro, putting us atop the tower at about 9 pm. The Eiffel Tower is big. Much bigger than you think it is. The Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas is perhaps the size of one of the real Eiffel Tower's legs. Ain't nothing like the real thing baby. From atop this majestic building, one can see nearly all of Paris. The Ard d'Triomph, Champse Lesay (I'm not spelling any of this right, mind you) and many beautiful palaces. It was a great way to end my stay in Paris.
The next morning, after some frightening confusion on the metro having to do with an unexpected metro strike, I found myself nearly in tears clutching my suitecase. But I was able to figure everything out and was on my flight heading towards Chicago on time! As marvelous as my stay in Paris was, it was so nice to arrive in the good ol' USA.
And you know what I learned on this trip? Airplane dinners really aren't bad at all.
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Welcome Back
Welcome back ZuZu - we are waiting for a full report.
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
Duex minutes
Bonjoiur! Just a quick blog to let you all know I made it safely. I managed to meet up with my Gena with no problems. We spent the day at the Luvre and wandering around this amazing city. I shall write more when I return. Could someone call Mom and Kurt and let them know I made it safe and sound? I love you all! XOXO
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Thursday, November 02, 2006
Awesomeness...
From Suzy:
HALLOWEEN! BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! So its decided. If you ever drift to Vegas, I will make you scallops. Or if we're feeling like excited yuppies, we can go eat at Fix (at Bellagio) where they serve the best scallops I've ever had. You get a plate of three fat scallops and they are served on a little mound of garlic mashed potatoes, and a crispy circle of bacon. Oh, just typing that has a pavlovian effect on me. Geeze, I'm so glad we've met or you'd probably think I was an 800 pound monster fused to my couch, the way I go on about food. I'm part French though, so that explains my passion for tasty cuisine. Right? So I tried to upload my Dead Tired pics, but they are in some dumb format that won't upload. Do you have an email address and I'll send them to ye that way? Tonight I'm dressing in a Kimono my bro brought back from Japan and I'm going to be a Geisha! I figure I was something hideous over the weekend, I'd best be something pretty tonight. Or maybe I'll be a DEAD GEISHA! After all, most of them are probably dead anyway. I'll wear it to your online party tonight. Wooot!!! Last night I had a pumpkin carving par-tay with my nephew and we put in the Halloween CD. I must say, that is a fine mix for the season indeed. Perfect for diving into juicy pumpkin guts with your bare hands. You know, I thought that would have been Austin's favorite part. Don't kids love to get messy? He would hardly touch the stuff. I did most of it myself. I don't mind, I enjoyed it but it just shows how little I know about kids! You know what I have a major problem with? The fact that the new Halloween Simpsons isn't on until NOVEMBER. WHY???? Don't give me that World Series song and dance either, but it is over yo! See, I'm particularly upset because I will miss it. I'll be in PARIS! Woot! I guess that is a good reason to miss Simpsons though. Anyhoo, Happy Halloween to ye!
From Scott:
Paris??!! J'mappelle Philippie! Je suis de Texas! I think that's "my name is Philippe! I live in Texas!" in french. Spelling may be wrong though. And it's not really relevant. Or true. What is important here is that you are going to Paris, and that's pretty cool. What takes you there? Besides the fact that it's wicked awesome, I mean. Ooooo...you can get a beret! An official french one! I am envious of your trip-rich future. Even if it does mean that you will be missing the Simpsons Halloween Episode. I will record it for ye. As for Halloween, your mix was the best part. I ended up going to my brothers house, and just sorta sat there. Being the youngest isn't always all it's cracked up to be. All in all, I rate this halloween a solid 7 out of 10, with the Spoooooooky Halloweeeeen Miiiiiiiix moving it up from a 2 out of 10. I would greatly enjoy the opportunity to see ye as "Dead Tired"! dudicus64@hotmail.com tis my electronic address. Not very original, I'll admit, but it was the first thing that I used dudicus64 on. Ha! Dead Tired. Awesome. How did the Geisha costume turn out? Did you end up being a dead geisha or a good ol' fashioned living Geisha? Geisha Geisha Geisha! Kinda fun to say. I feel badly that I missed most of my own online party. I should have posted a link to some T-rex vs Freebird fight so my guests would have something there to entertain them. What did you end up doing for halloween? Wow. I just read what I have typed so far and have realized that this PM is a little....non-continuous. Sorry. I'm a little wired right now. The good Doctor Pepper and I have been enjoying each other's company for a while tonight. Kids nowadays. They drive too fast, they cuss too often, they listen to their music too loudly, and they don't want to get their hands dirty with pumpkin guts. None of my nieces/nephews dared reach into the gourds with any sort of vigor, and were all amazed when I just started clearing out my pumpkin with my hand at our party. What happened? That's the best part! Sometimes, when no one is looking, you can slip your pumpkin guts into someone elses pumpkin, and then blame it on "Halloween magic". Usually people get pretty mad at you for doing that, but it's totally worth it. Scallops! Vegas! One of those things I've never had, and the other I haven't visited for far too long. Your description of said scallops is truely pavlovian-inducing. I don't think that I've used "pavlovian" right in that sentence, but you know what I mean. I'm going to have to figure out a plan to get to Vegas. 800 pound monster fused to couch? Hello next halloween costume...... I just got a flu shot today at work, and now my arm really hurts. Aren't flu shots supposed to make me feel better? I'm going to write a strongly-worded letter to someone about this outrage! Or at least I would if I could move my arm. Maybe I'll just take a nap instead. Anywho, if I don't hear back from ye before you go to Paris, have fun! Go to Notre Dame for me!
HALLOWEEN! BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! So its decided. If you ever drift to Vegas, I will make you scallops. Or if we're feeling like excited yuppies, we can go eat at Fix (at Bellagio) where they serve the best scallops I've ever had. You get a plate of three fat scallops and they are served on a little mound of garlic mashed potatoes, and a crispy circle of bacon. Oh, just typing that has a pavlovian effect on me. Geeze, I'm so glad we've met or you'd probably think I was an 800 pound monster fused to my couch, the way I go on about food. I'm part French though, so that explains my passion for tasty cuisine. Right? So I tried to upload my Dead Tired pics, but they are in some dumb format that won't upload. Do you have an email address and I'll send them to ye that way? Tonight I'm dressing in a Kimono my bro brought back from Japan and I'm going to be a Geisha! I figure I was something hideous over the weekend, I'd best be something pretty tonight. Or maybe I'll be a DEAD GEISHA! After all, most of them are probably dead anyway. I'll wear it to your online party tonight. Wooot!!! Last night I had a pumpkin carving par-tay with my nephew and we put in the Halloween CD. I must say, that is a fine mix for the season indeed. Perfect for diving into juicy pumpkin guts with your bare hands. You know, I thought that would have been Austin's favorite part. Don't kids love to get messy? He would hardly touch the stuff. I did most of it myself. I don't mind, I enjoyed it but it just shows how little I know about kids! You know what I have a major problem with? The fact that the new Halloween Simpsons isn't on until NOVEMBER. WHY???? Don't give me that World Series song and dance either, but it is over yo! See, I'm particularly upset because I will miss it. I'll be in PARIS! Woot! I guess that is a good reason to miss Simpsons though. Anyhoo, Happy Halloween to ye!
From Scott:
Paris??!! J'mappelle Philippie! Je suis de Texas! I think that's "my name is Philippe! I live in Texas!" in french. Spelling may be wrong though. And it's not really relevant. Or true. What is important here is that you are going to Paris, and that's pretty cool. What takes you there? Besides the fact that it's wicked awesome, I mean. Ooooo...you can get a beret! An official french one! I am envious of your trip-rich future. Even if it does mean that you will be missing the Simpsons Halloween Episode. I will record it for ye. As for Halloween, your mix was the best part. I ended up going to my brothers house, and just sorta sat there. Being the youngest isn't always all it's cracked up to be. All in all, I rate this halloween a solid 7 out of 10, with the Spoooooooky Halloweeeeen Miiiiiiiix moving it up from a 2 out of 10. I would greatly enjoy the opportunity to see ye as "Dead Tired"! dudicus64@hotmail.com tis my electronic address. Not very original, I'll admit, but it was the first thing that I used dudicus64 on. Ha! Dead Tired. Awesome. How did the Geisha costume turn out? Did you end up being a dead geisha or a good ol' fashioned living Geisha? Geisha Geisha Geisha! Kinda fun to say. I feel badly that I missed most of my own online party. I should have posted a link to some T-rex vs Freebird fight so my guests would have something there to entertain them. What did you end up doing for halloween? Wow. I just read what I have typed so far and have realized that this PM is a little....non-continuous. Sorry. I'm a little wired right now. The good Doctor Pepper and I have been enjoying each other's company for a while tonight. Kids nowadays. They drive too fast, they cuss too often, they listen to their music too loudly, and they don't want to get their hands dirty with pumpkin guts. None of my nieces/nephews dared reach into the gourds with any sort of vigor, and were all amazed when I just started clearing out my pumpkin with my hand at our party. What happened? That's the best part! Sometimes, when no one is looking, you can slip your pumpkin guts into someone elses pumpkin, and then blame it on "Halloween magic". Usually people get pretty mad at you for doing that, but it's totally worth it. Scallops! Vegas! One of those things I've never had, and the other I haven't visited for far too long. Your description of said scallops is truely pavlovian-inducing. I don't think that I've used "pavlovian" right in that sentence, but you know what I mean. I'm going to have to figure out a plan to get to Vegas. 800 pound monster fused to couch? Hello next halloween costume...... I just got a flu shot today at work, and now my arm really hurts. Aren't flu shots supposed to make me feel better? I'm going to write a strongly-worded letter to someone about this outrage! Or at least I would if I could move my arm. Maybe I'll just take a nap instead. Anywho, if I don't hear back from ye before you go to Paris, have fun! Go to Notre Dame for me!
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