Ok, so here it is…a blog. My blog. My blog about my year in Paris for all (two) of you that said you would read it. I warned you, its not going to be all that entertaining, but I’ll try my best. Read ‘em and weep…

So Brandon and I arrived to Paris Tuesday morning. The flight from LAX to Chicago was infuriating at best. I finally fall asleep during the flight, and then the flight attendant spills a drink down my back. Ugh! I am now soaked in ginger ale and the booger doesn’t even bother bringing me napkins or apologizing. I try to go to the lavatory, but there are 4 people ahead of me. So I storm down the other end of the plane and tear away the veil separating me from first class and ask the flight attendant for some napkins and she answers, “Sorry, you’ll have to back to your seat.” I explain that one of her colleagues has just spilled a drink on me while I imagine putting her in a headlock. The look on my face must have given me away cause she hands me a stack of napkins and tells me, “We need you to return to your seat for safety reasons.” Yup, good call on giving me the napkins, sister, because there definitely would have been a “safety reason” if you hadn’t. Grrrr…

Now I’m sure I would have started to calm down, but what do I see immediately after I sit down? This guy gets up and goes straight through first class to go to the bathroom. Does she tell him to go back to his seat? No. And then he comes back out and has a nice little chat with the flight attendant. Me now raging bull. Anyway, Brandon tries to calm me down by allowing me to fume about how incompetent the staff is on the flight. Funny how phrases such as, “Yeah, those losers,” and “amateurs” said with a scoff can make you feel so much better.

Anyway, the second leg of our trip was much better. The flight was almost empty so we were able to commandeer our own rows of seats so that we could lay out and sleep. Brandon swears that it was better than flying business because he was able to lay flat, but he could have just been saying that to make me feel better that I’ve never flown business/first class (one day, fly first class…#23 on the bucket list). Slept almost the entire way. Pretty good.

So we land at Charles De Gaulle without a hitch. One taxi ride later, we are home, home in Paris. Never thought I would get to live abroad again. And never dreamed I’d be living in Paris with my husband. Guess I didn’t need to dream, cause its reality now. Thanks for makin it happen capt’n! Stay tuned… Oink! Oink!