Friday, July 29, 2011
On the Promenade des Anglais.
Alison: Over there, green shirt, black pants.
Lise (Alison's sister): Mmmm, nice.
Alison: You know, we need a code word for saying "Look at the hot guy over there" so we don't have to say "Look at the hot guy over there."
Alison: But what?
Lise: How about "Bazinga".
Lise: Or "Knock, knock".
Alison: *laughs* I like "Bazinga".
Lise: "Bazinga" it is.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
PETA would probably be OK with that.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Did I say France? I meant the South of France. Yes, I'm in Nice on the French Riviera, and really, now I know why rich and famous people move here. It's gorgeous.
The trip, from Detroit, to Washington, to Munich and then to Nice, was very long, but the last leg, from Munich to Nice was when I met the first man of the trip. Instead of being seated next to my sister, I was next to a really good-looking man. He was olive-skinned and dark-haired, with huge brown eyes and long silky lashes and charming English. Unfortunately, he was also about 18, and spoke to me with all the polite respect that's usually reserved for the elderly. Sigh. I couldn't figure out his nationality: Italian? Spanish? French? Turns out he was Swedish. Go figure
We arrived in Nice about 2 p.m. local time and took a bus to our apartment.
It's very nice and looks out over the Promenade des Anglais and the Mediterranean Sea.
We had only been in the apartment (me, my dad, my sister and my stepmum) half an hour before the first bottle of rose was polished off. Life is good.