C’est Paris Mon Chérie
30. Nov, 2010 
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Tomorrow is December 1, 2010 – which mean 21 days until my birthday.
Birthdays are one’s own special holiday. Unfortunately, I was born the same week as Jesus and we know who gets all the attention. In the past those who love me (read my parents & boyfriends) treat me to 2 separate gifts. Understandably no one else cares - the holiday season is hard enough on people.
After the 5th grade being ignored on the day of my birth became normal. And soon after I entered college the gift giving from my parents ended…unless you count the occasional toaster oven or pair of wool socks. This year I’m officially single. No gifts or birthday dinners there. So to make my "born day " somewhat tolerable I’m treating myself to something very special.
A TRIP TO PARIS!
I figure since I’m on a quest to find my “sheltered artist” I should travel outside of the District of Columbia.
Visit the land where Hemingway penned his memoir A Moveable Feast. View the landscape that inspired Claude Monet . And dance madly where the band Phoenix calls home. I AM beyond excited.
I’ve watched Jean - Luc Godard’s film “A bout de Soufflé” (translation: At breath’s end) at least 45 times in the last month.
Plus, I’m learning to survive on nothing about cigarettes & coffee. I’m confident that Europe will welcome me with open arms because A.) I love being naked and B.) I drink wine like apple juice.
I also hear that school is dirt cheap. I attend to explore my options and search Craigslist for sexy nanny gigs.
So I bid you farewell on December 29th my friends! (Yes, I know the 29th is not on my birthday but close enough...and I'll celebrate the NEW YEAR in France. Wee Wee!) Now, I’m off to practice Rosetta Stone. So far I’ve learned how to say:
And my absolute favorite phrase: Vas-y mollo le tigre ". - Translation: "Easy tiger".
Paris here I comeeeeeeeee,
Glo
