It (for that ever-nebulous definition of “it” which is still better than “they,” I suppose) has been quiet. As a result, I’ve been quiet. The Purrito was gone, and the Purrito returned the Thursday before last. We had plans for that Saturday (what probably would have been a hilariously lame historical thing), but the cold, …
Yeah, yeah.
Nestled in the list that enumerates my many flaws is the fact that I really don’t give much of a shit about cars. While 15-year-old me was excited to acquire his driver’s license (New Mexico before the minimum driving age was raised, brah) and couldn’t fathom the gap between wanting to go wherever and actually …
Several (for small values of “several”) days have passed since we returned from Stockholm. With the thawing of my corporeal form (which includes the return to nominal temperatures of my forehead, ears, nose, face, , hands, knees, toes, and the bottoms of my feet [Vans are not appropriate walk-around-on-snow-and-ice shoes]) I am left with mixed …
Our previously-thwarted Cité de l’architecture et du patrimoine and Musée national des arts asiatiques-Guimet trip was finally completed on Saturday, but perhaps, in retrospect, the universe was trying to tell us something when it prevented us from going a couple of weeks ago. First up was Cité, which was the site of the previously-mentioned AUA …
Friday evening found us (finally; the Purrito has wanted to see a film in this theatre for quite a while now) at le Grand rex, for a ciné-concert (read: movie with a live orchestra providing the soundtrack) presentation of the first Pirates des Caraïbes flick. As Pirates isn’t what one would describe as particularly complex from a …
Nearly two weeks later (noticing a trend?) I feel inclined, if not particularly compelled, to muse on this year’s réveillon festivities. In no particular order: Eating before the party (something we didn’t do last year) was a good call (the party progression is champagne pre-game, six courses (each with a wine pairing and with the …
From the never-posted archive, because we’ll be there again this year (and sleeping or in the sauna) when this post goes up: I don’t recall what I was searching for, but I was flipping through the pictures on my phone and ran across those that we took on New Year’s Eve. Further to finding the …
Our cascading failure state continued into Tuesday. Yet again we erred by failing to confirm that the museums in which we were interested were indeed open; arriving at Cité de l’architecture et du patrimoine we were (gently, and in slow, clear, French) lectured about national museums being closed on Tuesdays while city museums are closed …
Fezzik In Paris 