Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I didn’t really miss Paris until I went to the American Library in Paris- sad I know, but that is one of the few places that tolerate me and I love the people. Several of us went to a Scottish bar in the Marias to play snooker. Snooker is essentially pool with only two colors and the balls are smaller than the pool I’m accustomed to- no reflection on the English, I’m sure.

As you may recall, my New Zealand friend and I were thoroughly trounced upon by the French in petanque- pool was a different story. We played like champions and just before we beat them into submission they all quit.

“Uhhh?” I exclaimed as they lay their cues on the table.
“This is a boring game” they replied and went off to eat some cheese or something.

I’d write a musical about it but the music left me that day.

I’m staying in New Zealand’s girlfriend’s room in the 8th while she is away on vacation. There is one stipulation to staying there- if the owner of the building or the concierge questions me I’m to tell them that I am her cousin- otherwise they will ask me to leave. It’s a Catholic thing I’m told- very strange. She pays rent, has lived there for years but she is not allowed to have a man stay in her room. I could understand it if it were a home for recovering crack-whores but, as far as I know, this is not the case.

HOT TIP- BIG NEWS: David Sedaris is speaking in Paris next Wednesday. It isn’t being advertised and it’s free. (This is what we call a cliffhanger in the biz.)

9 comments:

BJ Lantz said...

So good to "hear" your voice again! Have a cafe creme for me!

~Michelle~ said...

Ah, most excellent! To be able to read the musings of Misplaced! More please.

Anonymous said...

"...no reflection on the English, I’m sure."



More good stuff.





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Kim Hambric said...

Well, your readers have demanded commentary and gotten it. Now we will demand photos. It is windy, gray and, jeez, snowing a bit here in Central Pennsylvania. The neighbors garbage has blown into my yard. The trees have lost their leaves, only to reveal a stained mattress waiting for the garbage men. I need beautiful photos!!!

p.s. sorry about the Jif.

Glad your talking to us again.

Seanzy said...

Will you check the lost and found at the American Library for my ballet slippers, unless that NZ guy already took them.

words and photo booth moments said...

Hi I’m new to the blog world, but happened upon yours thanks to the Paris blog a few months ago and some of your posts really made me laugh....the monoprix ‘babelfish’ one, the ‘doyouspeakenglish’ girls, and the Moroccan travel brochure...oh lalalaaa soooo so funny. Oh, and I actually spent hours every week in the park you mentioned in the 15th, it was moments from my apartment on rue mademoiselle. Speaking as someone who lived in Paris for 5 years and then moved back to California, the writing doesn’t have to stop just because you’re home! Things come back to me all the time about moments that happened to me there, and I think there’s always an occasion to write about Paris! Just ask Hemingway...anyways, I just don’t think the blog should stop because you are no longer physically in Paris......but, that’s just my own selfish opinion! Thanks for the laughs! x c

Anonymous said...

Did you just call my girlfriend a crack whore? (if only...)

and stop calling me your New Zealand friend. It's like me calling someone 'my special needs enemy'...

Karyn said...

Wonderful stuff. I just read "When You Are Englufed In Flames". Fantastic. I'm so glad you made it back. It gives me great hope.

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