Long time, no post. Things here have been really boring, all the while I’ve been occupied every waking minute of my days … I’ll explain in a bit.So I’ve finally done it. Yep, last Friday. For anyone that knows me, they know that I’ve been trying to muster the courage for a month now to book my trip to Paris. And I did. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. My feelings ebb and tide from “oh shit, I really am crazy going to a foreign country all by myself where the only foreign phrase I know is ‘may I go play in the toilet?’” (for the record that would be: est-ce que je peux jouer dans la toilette?) to utter excitement. Yeah, I’m excited about cafes, monuments, churches, and all that jazz, but mostly it’s the prospect of French Kissing a French Girl.In all seriousness, I am really looking forward to going. I’ve felt stagnant lately and I think I really need a journey of some sorts. An accomplishment. Or at the very least, something to add to my infamous “social resume”* I’m not even really sure where this yearning came from. I definitely know that it was a whim. I think I was watching the second-to-last episode of Dawson’s Creek on TiVo for the umpteenth time after finishing off my umpteenth beer when I came upon the idea. It’s that last scene where Joey’s waking through cobblestone streets and then the camera pans to find her standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. (and yes, they did a terrible superimpose job for that scene) Anyway, I had some random thought like “wow, that would be such an adventure to go to Paris by myself”, and look at me now … holding airline tickets for October 11-18th.*see, in my odd warped world I worry about fictitious “social resumes” and “first interviews”. I’m hoping that if I use professional jargon some of my business luck will spill over into my social life. And if you’re thinking “probably not until you quit using business jargon to describe social situations”, to you I say “to each his own”.