K and I leave tonight for Paris. We are all packed up, we have someone staying at our house and she has been approved by Ponette the tri-colored cat from Hell, which, as most cat owners know, is quite an accomplishment. Ponette did vomit by my airplane snacks- so she isn't 100% comfortable with the trip but it wasn't on the snacks so she isn't totally against it. My new black macbook, Sexual Chocolate, has been charged up and is awaiting furious and inspired typing with a cafe creme. A very sharp man bag has been procured from my artist buddy down the street.

There are two reasons for the trip, the first is to go to Paris again, no explanation really required with this reason. The other is to see if we really want to live there for a year, leave our family and friends, give up our jobs (more importantly our paychecks) and pursue our own desires for one year. I want to write and K- wants to get her masters degree. To that end K- will be sitting in on classes at the American University in Paris Monday and Tuesday and I will pretend to write but more likely wonder around aimlessly. No matter what we decide it will be a great trip.

I will, of course, blog but if this is the last entry it probably means I was unable to get an Internet connection, although I think it will be fine.