Saturday, August 2, 2008
We'll Always Have Paris
Fedora's post-London email
Just got back from London, sooooo tired!
I can still feel the train swaying, so that bit is standing out in my mind, but after I get some sleep memories such as the London Eye (we got you some stomach-twisting pictures!), high tea at Fortnum & Masons (we planned my birthday party) and buying gay porn at the largest bookstore in Europe (there was some confusion as to to the price in sterling) will return to the forefront. We also saw the Lion King! It was really pretty and had hot naked guys!
At Hadley's Toy Store ( think FAO Shwartz with about a zillion more toys) we went to the Build a Bear Workshop! I built a BUNNY! His name is Oliver and I love him. He has a little London Bobby's uniform. With a hat. Pleasant got a bear named James dressed as a beef-eater, and Aunt Kathy got the bill.
How come you never told me about Kendall Mint Cake???
At Fortnum & Masons candy department:
F: What's Kendall Mint Cake?
K: I dunno. Why, do you want some?
F: Well, it is on the shelf here, and I read about it....
P: It has 'mint' in the name. We're getting it.
When we got home:
P: Let's try the Kendall Mint Cake!
F: It scares me..I still don't know what it is...
P: *opens it* It looks weird... *eats bit*
F: Well? What does it taste like?
P: ....try it.
F: *tries it* Pleasant, this...this is a brick of sugar.
P: YES!
F: It's sparkling. This is minty sugar. This would be FANTASTIC in tea!
K: Oi.
F: *finishes bite* Oooh, I'm all MINTY! I feel like I just brushed my teeth! With SUGAR!
K&P: ....ew.
I also bought souveniers today for my friends and...ooh! I forgot! We got two cashmere scarves in...the Gordon dress plaid. From a real plaid shop. They ROCK.
Well, the room is swaying and I have to tuck in Oliver. Aunt Kathy and Plez say hi, so do Oliver and James! There's a million exctiing events I forgot to talk about, but I'm sure you'll hear all the stories soon enough!
Enjoy your child-free weeks!
Bunny
PS FRIED BREAD! Combining my two favorite things...FRIED and BREAD!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Above It All Part 2: Why Stairs Were Invented By Satan
Heaven is up, right? That's what those crazy Jesus freaks tell us. Stairs were invented by Satan so that getting up towards Heaven would be as difficult and painful as possible.
This was proved a few days ago when I and two victims made our way up up up to the top of Notre Dame. 400 steps. I didn't count them, owing to my brain slowly dying from lack of oxygen. Every time I thought we were getting close, it turned out we were only at the giftshop. We were not allowed to leave the giftshop until the subliminal tourist-aimed messages had penetrated our brains to the point of making us spend a certain amount of euros. It almost worked on me, luckily I realized that a Fleur de Lemon or Notre Dame pin might mark me as one of the aforementioned Jesus freaks.
I also wanted the 1500 piece puzzle of the Paris skyline at night, but the last time I tried to do a puzzle at mom's house, she killed me.
"Come join the gods, come join the gods, who wants to come with me and come join the gods?"
But we got up there and it did slightly resemble heaven. The view was amazing and we kept going higher and higher until we were getting smacked in the head by cell phone satelites. We met a lot of gargoyles who strongly resembled my family members. And there was a man in a Quasimodo mask doing street theatre for the people in line. Very funny. Today I picked up a very very cheap copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame just for giggles. The lil bunny took many pictures of me and of pidgeons.
"High in the sky, high in the sky, who wants to come with me and hide in the sky?"
It rained and winded and there were loud obnoxious koreans and also some very very fat americans. I swear to god there are only four of them and they just made thousands of clones of the same 8 months pregnant man with a fanny pack and dressed in shorts and sunglasses tied to his head with one of those cords I had to wear when I was a kid so they wouldn't break when I fell off of stuff. Also his fat, ill-groomed, hyperactive children. Usually two, a girl and a boy. And his wife, usually wearing the exact same clothes as her husband, desperately in need of a new hairstyle and some skin-softening cream.
Going down was harder then going up, as the steps were very slippery, and we were already quite shakey. Afterwards we found the mommy-doll and she and the three semi-catatonic dolls went to get drinks. My legs were being very vocal in their opinions of my activities, and refused to stop shaking. I firmy believe that they were trying to escape from further torture. They calmed down when I fed them a coke, which I would happily have killed for to change my poor appendages from jello back into Fedora.
Many other exciting things have happened in the last two days, but that's for the next time mom nags me into typing something that isn't a puzzle pirate command.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Above it all- Part I
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Suffering for Art


Sunday, June 29, 2008
Life and death, wine and chocolate


Saturday, June 28, 2008
From the desk of Pleasant!

So I'm finally doing a blog!
Day 9 in Paris. Last bag of crack eaten. (It's crackers, really!)
I know this was in high demand, and finally my mom and wonderful beloved sister talked me into sitting down and doing it. They encouraged me to write about the food, being a 'chef-in-training' at home, but what could I say beyond, it's French, and therefore even the sidewalk cafe crap is superior in every way to anything we have at home.
Despite my grave irritation with events such as mom talking to me, my sister demanding cuddles, and being devoured by bugs, Paris is turning out to be a blast. I solved the bug problem by the way, turns out I was sleeping under an open window. Who could possibly have figured that out? Stupid bugs.
So far this week I have said every terrible thought that has stomped through my brain. I have also begun repeating the phrase "Sheath for Jew Harp" constantly because I saw it written on a card in a museum next to a Medieval artifact. This has been my favorite thing in all of Europe and therefore an excellent punch line to nothing in particular.
Next week: Stalking Karl Lagerfeld. Have potential lead on his whereabouts. Stay tuned.