Confessions of a Bon Vivant

I am so excited about Paris. I wasn't before. In fact, I didn't think it would happen and I wasn't even sure if I could or would go.

But then every time I step outside my house onto rocks, mud, gravel and dust and every time my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of machines destroying things and firehouse bells and ambulance sirens I realize...I have to get the hell out of here!

It's getting harder to concentrate at work because I keep zoning out and thinking about the trip. I can see myself there, at la Tour Eiffel, strutting down Champs Elysees, salivating from all the designer yumminess around me...Sitting at some cafe sipping espresso with a long french cigarette...watching the city float by as we enjoy cocktails on the River Seine...

And I wonder how and when and why suddenly in my life that has been so plagued with shitty luck, did I suddenly fall upon such an amazing opportunity. I fear I will become spoiled from the happiness I'm just not really used to and never, ever recover.

I can't wait to see this city. I have a feeling I might belong there.