où est mon esprit?
I feel like I have been away from the world forever, which I guess in a way I hav been. This is for un bon nombre de raisons. Premierement, parce que j'ai ete sick. And not sick in the sense of I am sick, mandem-style, but sick in the sense of actually curled up in bed in a moaning way.
Duexiement, Buxton. Screams of 'I hate you, I hate buxton, I hate my life' gave way to the hysteria and teamBlove and oversharing. If you had told me, on saturday, after nine hours in the mud and rain hiking since dawn, finding myself soaking wet cooking dinner in a dark leaking tent surrounded by ducks who obviosly thought they were in an actual pond, that I would actually miss it, i would have quite confidently gone on about smoking crack etc. How predictable of me. How predictable of you. :-s
Et troisiemement, parce que je suis a Paris. Sacre bleu. Too overexcited to be here having walked 20 minutes past our hotel. Etcetcetc, love it etc. Then for a quiet first night we....
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But to somewhat embellish...happy hour prices all night, dancing to every english song played - candyshop played four times - being taught to speak in a south african accent..failing. "Hannah pretending she was south african, which seemed to entice the boys....onto our lips. Haha, joking!" And all that came with two teams of south african surfer/rugby players and bare cocktails. French boys on the way home. Welsh boys out the window. American boy on the stair. As such.
A long sight-seeing walk to work, at the break of day lead to an office near L'opera. I have had so much iced tea I am positively drowning in it. Mai-anh is somewhere french, so me and hannah took an extended lunchbreak and came back to....um.....this. I have my own name-tag though, so all is well in the world.
Tell me about London?