it's sunny in toronto, but i'm still heading into post-trip blazees. i spent 8 days being wined and dined, performing for royals and dignitaries, getting countless photo's taken, being told i am beautiful by men in uniform on a daily basis....
at least i enjoy my life here.... but where's my breakfast buffet? where are my glass bottles of evian and champagne? garcon!!
the one thing that made me look forward to coming home was the thought of seeing my bf at the airport. this at least kept me coasting on my air of euphoria for a little while longer. but now i just want to lay in bed all day and have sex and watch movies and eat icecream and pie and cuddle. however i have things to do. i have to work tonight. i have to work tomorrow. i have to work friday and saturday....
and it will quickly fade.
laying under the eiffel tower at 1am
swimming in the mediterranean
marching for the prince with the pipeband in front of the palace
eating amazing cheeses and pastries and chocolate mousses
drinking bottles of vin rouge
staring up at notre dame
taking part in a ceremony under the arc de triomph(sp?)
good bye paris and monaco.
perhaps we'll meet again.