Monday, May 01, 2006
here.
if you want to know where i am when i zone out of your meeting this afternoon, i am far inside my mental filing cabinet planning my 36 hours in paris.
right now, something about this stolen outing tacked on to my by-itself-splendid-and-luxurious vacation is driving me bananas with the best kind of anticipatory juju. partly because, duh, paris, and partly because i wasn't expecting to get to stop on my way to the airport and it just sort of magically happened that way, which totally feels like: woah, free paris. partly also because i know that two weeks of being a daughter in the country is going to make it feel so fantastically good to get on the train to paris and spend a day and a half tearing all over hell, doing drinking smoking eating and seeing whatever i want. i will have a hotel room for the night, but i'm not really planning to use it.
a tiny bit more than a day there is so freeing. there are no "have-tos" when you've only got a day. i really should go back to the musee d'orsay. i loved it, and it's been years, and i really should go back. but i only have a day, so i guess i'll eat chocolate in the park instead! i really should try to go to that museum with the picassos, too, and to mass at the church where i crashed a funeral during my last visit and see that one mosque i read about in someone's novel, but: only a day! guess i'll have to sit by the river with an ice cream and do whatever i want instead!
and man, i am going to stay up late and get up early and sleep like a tree trunk on the plane. i am not missing one bit of parisian daylight. i am going to take those photos you can only get at dawn. i'm going to have that conversation you can only have after midnight. and for once in my life, no naps. i am going to get it on.
right now, something about this stolen outing tacked on to my by-itself-splendid-and-luxurious vacation is driving me bananas with the best kind of anticipatory juju. partly because, duh, paris, and partly because i wasn't expecting to get to stop on my way to the airport and it just sort of magically happened that way, which totally feels like: woah, free paris. partly also because i know that two weeks of being a daughter in the country is going to make it feel so fantastically good to get on the train to paris and spend a day and a half tearing all over hell, doing drinking smoking eating and seeing whatever i want. i will have a hotel room for the night, but i'm not really planning to use it.
a tiny bit more than a day there is so freeing. there are no "have-tos" when you've only got a day. i really should go back to the musee d'orsay. i loved it, and it's been years, and i really should go back. but i only have a day, so i guess i'll eat chocolate in the park instead! i really should try to go to that museum with the picassos, too, and to mass at the church where i crashed a funeral during my last visit and see that one mosque i read about in someone's novel, but: only a day! guess i'll have to sit by the river with an ice cream and do whatever i want instead!
and man, i am going to stay up late and get up early and sleep like a tree trunk on the plane. i am not missing one bit of parisian daylight. i am going to take those photos you can only get at dawn. i'm going to have that conversation you can only have after midnight. and for once in my life, no naps. i am going to get it on.
