adventures in awesomeness…

Shopping on Rue Rivoli.

Day Eighteen of Twenty.

It started raining sometime Friday night. Damn. There goes our Parisian sunshine.

We let ourselves sleep in because unlike the two previous days, today we only had three things to do: Boat tour along the Seine, the Eiffel Tower, and shopping. My feet rejoiced. I remembered that aller meant “to go” so we decided to try and order take away coffee at a french coffee shop. It didn’t really work, but we did leave with 5 ounces of a very strong and very tasty brew. The Seine called out to us, although yesterday would have been a better day to sit on the water and take in the sights. The boat ride left at 1:30pm. It was 12:30pm. I saw a sign for take away coffee. Emporter would be the correct verb to use.

We decided to come back to the boat tour later and do some much needed shopping on Rue Rivoli (much more affordable than Champs d’Elysees.) I found the dress of my dreams, played with some french fashion, and even scored a romper that didn’t pull up in all of the wrong areas.

My French homage to “Come on Eileen

Drained and afraid to try to order cafe de emporter, we went to Starbucks to get a proper sized cafe and then hit not one but two, H&Ms. Mmmm. I spent more than I would ever spend in real life, but as Ruby said, I loved everything I bought and it’s Paris. Paris. How could I argue?

We went back to the hotel, exhausted, but ready to change into our new duds and head over to the Eiffel Tower.

My favorite part is the rainbow luggage strap used as a belt. Tres chic!

Because I was feeling guilty about spending so much (30 euros) on a dress, I suggested we not go up the tower, but sit underneath in the grass and eat our delicious pastries. Ruby concurred. We poured the last of the wine in a to-go bottle and away we went! We took the wrong way on the metro and wound up back at the Arc de Triomphe. For twenty euros, we could get a bicycle cart to tote us to the Eiffel Tower. I’d never done that before and… well it’s Saturday night in Paris!!

The Eiffel Tower was stunning. Simply stunning.

L’amour a la Tour Eiffel.

We tried to find a spot to eat pastries but we kept getting molested by Parisian vampires. They always came in twos. The first ones weren’t bad, and even found the SD card for my camera. The second set tried to peep on Ruby while peeing in the bushes. The third ones I didn’t even see (I was knee deep in tartlet heaven) but they grabbed Ruby while sitting on the bench. Yikes! So we cabbed it home, where I proceeded to find a large chunk of glass in my foot, presumably from the bottle of wine I shattered.

Ouch… good thing I was wearing red shoes.

Fits like a glove…Nice.

Day Eighteen of Twenty. Shopping. Wine. Tour Eiffel. Paris, Je t’aime.

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I Hurt My Butt… from Living

Saturday was Kim & Chuckie’s wedding so all the gals were in town. Ruby stayed with me from Wednesday afternoon until today. It was a lot of fun. I don’t think I have done that much shopping since Jax was a baby. I have to return most of the stuff I got (two dresses, a pair of shoes that had an annoying knot in the laces, a pair of shoes that were two small, and Matt’s “dress shirt” for the wedding that he did not attend). I did manage to get the perfect dress — Calvin Kline, pastel blue, adorable! From the color to the fabric, it was basically everything that I was looking for. Of course then I got to the wedding and half the guests (including the bridesmaids) were wearing black, so I guess that is no longer a faux paus and I could have gotten the FCUK dress that I found like almost a month ago. But this one is cuter I think. It’s blue too… which makes me happy.
Somewhere amidst all the shopping I hurt my butt. Like right in the center of the right cheek. It’s just sore. Matt wouldn’t rub it for me. Poo on him, lol. Matt also canceled on the wedding. When I found out that no other husbands/boyfriends would be attending, I started to feel bad about forcing him to go. I knew he would get in a yucky mood and would either be a grouch all night or end up drinking a bazillion beers. And he’s been super good about not drinking and I didn’t want to be the reason he started again. Not that he’s an alcoholic or anything… but when he’s stressed… well let’s just say the calories add up.
I was going to spend the night in the hotel with the rest of the girls (Stephanie & Sara – who both arrived on Friday – and Ruby) but decided after the alcohol wore off and the tired set in, that I’d rather be at home in my own bed. Also — due to Kim & Chuckie’s raw chicken, it was a poo/puke fest at the Hilton. Niiiceee. Hehehe. (Thanks mom for leaving cooked meat in the oven for days, building up my bacteria tolerance.)
The wedding was beautiful. Exactly what I would have planned for myself, with the addition of cherry blossoms gently falling through the air as I met Matt at the alter. I was going to cry. Especially when they went to say their vows and the most wonderful breeze blew through the trees, rustling all the leaves like a blessing from the heavens. Perfect. And short. That’s Kim for ya.
The only “bad” part was the catering. Like me, they must have lost their minds. They brought 13 regular tables and one kiddie table, instead of 14 regular tables. So instead of fixing the situation, they just forgo the kiddie table mid-decoration and plate and seat 13 tables. Guess who’s at table 14? BINGO! US. It wasn’t so bad after we snagged champagne glasses, plates, silverware, and a few water glasses. It was kind of funny and the lawn chairs were big and more comfortable than the white folding chairs. They gave us extra cashew brittle to make up for it. AHahah! However, the raw chicken that we got later, was not so funny. It was gross actually. Roshani (a chef who used to cater weddings) actually gathered up all the raw – like still wet and pink all the way through – and under cooked chicken and complained. The caterers were like “Yeah, sorry.” They knew they f-ed up. Hopefully Chuckie & Kim get their money back from that. Or else see you at Judge Judy! (She tapes in LA so … hey!)
Dancing was fun. I forgot how much I love to dance. I think I’ve only been out ONCE since I’ve been thin. Geeze. Anyhow… great exercise. Tons of fun. I love weddings and wish Kim & Chuckie nothing but the best. And I think that if you have a fiasco wedding then the marriage will be nice and strong. (Prepared for the worst from the start, lol).

Anyhow… I’m super tired and my stomach muscles are hurting. I don’t know why. I’m also hungry.

Back to normal life tomorrow. I miss Ruby already. I’m sure Mylo will miss her too because she was alway holding him when I had my hands full with Jax. I FINALLY got new shoes! I threw the old ones out on Monday, thinking it would drive me to get new ones before class on Wednesday. WRONG. Five days later….

The scale has a good weight (165) and I weighed myself at night. I’m going to do my measurements tomorrow — I already know I’m smaller under my chest because my bra bands are loose. That’s where I lose weight from first: face, neck, shoulders, chest (not boobies)… and then I puddle all around the middle. Sexy. Heh. Back to healthy eating too. You kind of have to eat healthy in this house with our crappy weak-flush toilet.

Ok… I’m falling asleep so I guess I should go. Will update with photos tomorrow.

Ciao belli!!

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Between Holidays

It’s that time between Christmas and New Years where you decided when to toss the Christmas tree, return or re-gift bad Christmas presents, and shop at Target for markdowns on holiday gear. Matt, Jax and I had planned to spend Christmas in San Diego, but because it was “too cold” we departed abruptly back to San Rafael. While I didn’t get to see everyone, we did manage to sneak in a night of Scene-It, Karaoke, and even a trip to Costco. It was pretty fun.

Christmas at home was nice because I didn’t have to change out of the bathrobe my mom got me for three days. Hurray for not showering. Just Kidding. I’m pretty sure I showered. Matt set up a scavenger hunt for my Christmas gift, which ended in a shopping spree in the city. After hitting Nordstroms, Bloomies, and a bunch of high price boutique stores, I spent half of my Christmas present at H&M. Score for buying the black blazer for 50% off what I was going to spend back with Ruby at the beginning of December!!

Matt’s parents came into town Sunday, so we spent all afternoon cleaning like mad. Our bedroom was a mess (which I still haven’t totally tackled). I instantly fell in love with Matt’s parents. They are great. We spent all night looking at baby pictures of Matt and hearing childhood stories.

After a wild New Year’s, we spent the next couple of days recuperating. We did make it down to San Francisco before Matt’s parents left on Thursday and hit some classic SF sites, including Giant Robot (Matt’s pick – obviously), Haight & Ashbury, Chinatown (including the crazily populated Stockton Street), Fisherman’s Wharf, the Embarcadero, and North Beach, where we ate at the always good Mona Lisa.

All in all it was a good vacation – although a very busy one. Check out the photos here!

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