Don't we have to move east for the 2010 F2F?
F2F Paris!
Or, rather, FàF Paris!
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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Don't we have to move east for the 2010 F2F?
F2F Paris!
Or, rather, FàF Paris!
Prom at the Moulin Rouge?
My sister went to Paris about three weeks after 9/11, and she had a terrific time. Although, she did say a lot of that was sheer appreciation by the French people that she was willing to come to Europe in the whole atmosphere of fearing travel that was prevalent at the time.
But am I cute enough for Paris? I may need to invest in cuter shoes.
And I'm getting really good at tilting my head, pouting, and saying, "bof."
I'm getting really good at tilting my head, pouting, and saying, "bof."
What more do you need?
My mother wants me to go to Spain and Portugal with her.
I told her it was a lovely thought (and it is) but I'd really, really like my first trip to Europe to be with my husband. Who promised. A really frakkin' long time ago.
What more do you need?
From what I've read about the trains, a can of mace.
Or, "I'm an American and I will cut you, dickhead."
Also a big-ass scarf to throw rakishly about your neck.
From what I've read about the trains, a can of mace.
Or, "I'm an American and I will cut you, dickhead."
I never had trouble on the trains in Spain (ha ha ha - and they travel mostly on the plain!) - but then I have facial piercings and dress mostly-in-black. Even being a Wee Munchkin of a Pocketbear(TM) as I am (as I be? I've confused myself with grammar) I tend to scare people. It would warm my heart, if I had one. (I have it on reliable authority that I don't have a heart, just a tired cinder.)
I've been to Canada a few times, but it was before 9/11 so I just needed a copy of my birth certificate to prove to the highly cranky US customs people that I was a citizen upon return. (Well, actually, that was just for flying. For driving to/from Toronto all I needed was my driver's license and receipts for stuff I was bringing back across the border.)
I suspect that on the way up I could have just shown one of the pictures of me posing with Ray Bourque and been waved on through.