Luxembourg and the Morning After

Luxembourg

Trier

I am absolutely too old to go out dancing and drinking with 17 year olds. Last night was only the second time in my life I've drunk so much that I a) puked and b) had a hangover the next morning, but I don't plan on doing it again. Ever. There are healthier ways of getting wrinkles.

In other news I am in Luxembourg! Visiting with the beautiful Finnish fille, Anna. Yesterday we hopped on train to Trier, Germany, and spent the day wondering around. Suddenly I feel so international! But none of these border crossings earned me a stamp in my passport. And I felt painfully inadequate unable to say even the simplest phrases in German.

Dancing on a Boat

I changed my hair for the first time in 20 years and it changed my appearance quite dramatically. I dealt with the shock by following a group a French guys through town in the dead of night to a canal, (I had no idea there was water in Dijon) and onto a boat where there just so happened to be a roaring 20's party. Uh, rad.

So I danced and shimmied and swung my new sweat soaked bangs back and forth until the wee hours of the morning. A handsome Frenchie with an embarrassing name walked me home and kissed me at my door. Pas mal, pas mal de tout.

Dead Things

Yesterday I visited the super happy super cool museum of dead things!!!!! Surrounded by death on all sides, room after room, wall after wall of dead animals! Dear god. Less cruel then zoos? Er... maybe thats the upside. But boy did I ever feel dirty, dark, and depressed after such an experience.

In other more superficial news I've decided to get bangs. I haven't changed my hair since I was 7, so the shell shock in the aftermath may lead to suicide. I thought about this very seriously and have come the conclusion that I've lead a full life; I've been in love, I've visited much of Europe, Northern America, and the Pacific, I've had an orgasm, I've learned a second language and I've eaten snails. I think I'm ready to end it should the need arise.

It's Spring

Do I move to Paris and go to fashion school or stay in Dijon and go to music school? I would love to take some more voice lessons and learn the piano. But Dijon is a small town and I continue to have no friends and no job. But I do have a sickeningly adorable French apartment on the troisième étage. Wood floor, french double window, and a mirror sur pied. The same would be twice as expensive and twice as difficult to find in gay Paris, I believe.

Also a significantly younger and more beautiful friend from Luxembourg visited me this weekend - I may go visit her in her native land the next. We drank, danced, and lamented our shared sate of man-less-ness ensemble.

B still remains a recluse, Handsome from Paris turned out to be what all mothers warn you handsome men are, and the sky is blue and the days are long in quiet Dijon, France.

la finlandaise et la hawaïenne

La Jardin Botanique de l'Arquebuse

I don't know why it took me so long to find this place, but I was pretty much ecstatic to find a gorgeous, green and blooming park hiding just beyond the train station :)