Finding Joy in Snarkville

I’ve been too excited for the past 48 hours to talk, much less blog about what is going on in Snarkville.  Heck, it has been nearly impossible for me to focus on anything since I found out. (Self-centered much?  Who me?)

Ok, so, let’s begin with the beginning.  Nope, can’t — too excited.  I’m GOING TO PARIS!!!

Not only that, I’m going via a transatlantic cruise on the Queen Mary 2!  AND, I’m taking Eurostar (you know the train through the Chunnel) from London to Paris! AND I have a hotel in Paris (good to not be homeless)! AND I’m flying FIRST class back to the states!!

Ah, that feel good just to lay it all out there.  Boy, do I feel better, now.  Only I don’t, why?  Because of all the baking…huh, you say.

Well, you see, I’m going to Paris this fall and well, life gets in the way of my packing right this very second.

First, there is this little trip to Vegas.  Well, during this trip, I’m hosting a small dinner and of course that means I going to cook the ONE thing I do well — DESSERT.  So tonight, I worked on a few things that can be prepped ahead — all while thinking I should be making more French things — you know, because I’m going to France and all.

Then there is this little thing called Sea Socks and I have a ton and a half of prep for that, but you know,  I’m going to Paris so that’s ok too.

So, while I have lots and lots of things to worry over/work on/do/clean or otherwise not allow to fall to the side while I pine away for the fall and my trip to Paris, I’ve decided to make a short list of what I will need by this fall to make my Parisian Journey perfect:

1. Trendy shoes.  Seriously, how can I be expected to go to Paris without trendy shoes.  The problem is — I have no idea what trendy shoes are, where to find them without fainting, or if I’d be willing to wear them while running around like a stupid American.
2. A new butt.  I think I’d like to take a new butt to Paris, not an additional butt, mind you, but a new one — perhaps one that isn’t so large.
3. A tolerance for adult beverages that doesn’t rival a tea-tottler 80 year old.  After all, I hear wine may be easier to get that water — or is that just how I dreamed it.
4. The ability to not want to scream from the top of my roof, “I’M GOING TO PARIS.” every 90 seconds.  Frankly, I don’t know what has gotten into me — I’m insane.  If you had asked me a mere 7 days ago what European cities were on my top 10 list to see, Paris wouldn’t have made the top 20 — but I’m going and now all things Paris is what I want to learn.  I think I shall embrass crepes (as if that wouldn’t preclude number 2) and champagne and dressing my dog up — wait, nope, sorry, I haven’t lost it THAT much.

So, folks the net-net here is that I’m going to Paris!  I’m a little thrilled.  I’m flying FIRST class back and sailing over.  I have a hotel and less than no working knowledge of the language.  However, I’ve now convinced myself that if I can make it in Paris, the rest of Europe will be a cake walk.

So, what should be on the short list for my trip?  Share, folks. And remind me again how to say “How much?” “Where is the bathroom?” “Does this item of food have anything icky in it?”

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