Annnnd les bleus ont perdu le match hier soir. Ce qu’on a vu en sautant de bar a bar dans le marais. I’m mostly sad because I can’t cash in on the adrenaline of being in a city/country whose team is kickin’ it all the way to the top of the world cup, but otherwise, I wasn’t specifically invested in them. What with the questionable qualifying goal against Ireland. More importantly, I got my second tooth hacksawed out this morning. Who needs that glossy flat screen on the ceiling of my dentist’s office when local anesthesia keeps the dream alive with ominous slicing and cracking sounds and the smooth taste of blood swishing around what’s left of the feeling in my mouth? Miro got me pudding and yogurt for tomorrow, mmm :). Paris was beautiful yesterday. I met up with two hungarian family friends and took them to Le Passage Obligé (formerly La Victoire Supreme du Coeur) a few streets down from my apt here in the Marais. Fucking amazing aubergine gratin, might have been better than the asperges/ricotta ravioli I had there the other day. Walking along the Seine makes me really ambivalent about going back to the states.

Annnnd les bleus ont perdu le match hier soir. Ce qu’on a vu en sautant de bar a bar dans le marais. I’m mostly sad because I can’t cash in on the adrenaline of being in a city/country whose team is kickin’ it all the way to the top of the world cup, but otherwise, I wasn’t specifically invested in them. What with the questionable qualifying goal against Ireland.

More importantly, I got my second tooth hacksawed out this morning. Who needs that glossy flat screen on the ceiling of my dentist’s office when local anesthesia keeps the dream alive with ominous slicing and cracking sounds and the smooth taste of blood swishing around what’s left of the feeling in my mouth? Miro got me pudding and yogurt for tomorrow, mmm :).

Paris was beautiful yesterday. I met up with two hungarian family friends and took them to Le Passage Obligé (formerly La Victoire Supreme du Coeur) a few streets down from my apt here in the Marais. Fucking amazing aubergine gratin, might have been better than the asperges/ricotta ravioli I had there the other day. Walking along the Seine makes me really ambivalent about going back to the states.