This is because each day when I leave the office, I trek out into the city for between 2.5 and 3.5 hours. That means I leave anywhere from 5 to 6:30pm and get back between 8 and 9:30. Today was a 6 to 9:30 day.
But let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start…).
I woke up LATE this morning after staying up on CA time and chatting online with Los Angeles colleagues. I had to rush around in order to get to the office on-time, which was imperative, as I had 8 meetings with 10 people today. Prior to my 3rd meeting of the day, with one of the leaders of the European platform, I stopped by the ladies restroom to freshen up and make sure my first-impression appearance was up to par.
While adjusting my skirt before leaving the stall (i.e. yanking it down over my thighs in a decidely un-ladylike manner) I heard the sound, that insidious sound, that all women dread when wearing tight skirts: RRRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!
My facebook post immediately following generated a host of clever responses, the most charming of which harkened back to childhood taunts: “At least you’re in France when they see your underpants” (thanks, Kjersten!).
Thank god for tights and a monochromatic color scheme.
After work, I took Goose for her first jaunt through town. The Louvre, Champs Elysee (again! This time accompanied), Eiffel Tower and a series of other places I can’t identify yet. 3.5 hours is a lot of time to wander.
I was hoping to say that tonight was the first night that I DID NOT GET LOST ON THE WAY BACK TO MY HOTEL. Alas, that would be a fib as, once again, I did. However, I am happy to say I did not get lost for as long before making my way home again.
Bonne nuit, mon ami. I am tired now and must dormir.
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