I've been busy in Paris.

I’ve been busy in Paris
June 22, 2010
My my, I’ve been getting impatient emails asking me when I am going to blog again. Well, now seems like a good time. I’m sitting in my very small hotel room on a warm Paris night winding down for a nap before I have to wake up and go to Scotland. I have to say, as excited as I am to see Scotland, I wish I wasn’t leaving Paris so soon, or ever, for that matter.
So, what have I been doing? Where have I been going? To tell you the truth, I actually had a hard time understanding the names of the places I saw. But I guarantee I’ve been ALL over Paris. My friend Kael took me out on his scooter twice as my very own personal young attractive tour guide. I got to wear the leopard print helmet. All I know is we drank beer by the Notre Dam, ate really good ice cream, and had really good coffee after that. I also was lucky enough to be invited to hang out at Kael’s apartment where I met his roommate and his girlfriend, who are both fabulous, by the way. And oh, did I mention Ellington? He’s the cutest bulldog ever. I also went to a party at his friends’ apartment, where I made more friends.
I saw the Louvre by myself. Yes, I did see the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. Why didn’t I take pictures? The point of seeing these things in person is not to take a really crappy picture on my camera to maybe look at every so often that wouldn’t do that piece of art justice at all. The point is to have the privilege of laying my eyes on a classic piece of art and appreciating it based on its’ history more than they way it actually looks. For example, neither of these pieces of art are actually all that impressive to look at (if you ask me), but if you think about the time they were made, then it can be impressive.
I went to a performance art show after that at a nearby hotel. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. The theme was fashion made by towels. There were four floors. Each floor had a room that was being used as a performance area and was decorated with the towels that were made into things like masks and dresses. Some of it was erotic, and some was as simple as someone taking a shower in the towel and shaving. I also made a friend there, whom I met at the party the previous night, Ira.
I also experienced some of the music festival with my new friend, Kay. The streets were packed and I we could barely get into the bar where we tried to see a band.
And then today, I went to the Eiffel Tower. I chose not to go to the top. A) I don’t like heights. B) The line was long. C) I could have ordered tickets in advance, but I didn’t want to. My friend Jules was my amazing tour guide today. Not only did he take me to the Eiffel Tower, but we also got crepes (because if I went to France and didn’t get a crepe I should be bludgeoned), and then we got a couple drinks at a really cute queerish bar.
All this and I’ve had a gnarly cold. That’s right. I AM a fighter. I’ve been taking some French cold medicine from one of the many fabulous pharmacies here in Paris. Nothing fancy, but it works well. That, and I’m in Paris. I’m not going to let a cold stop me from having fun in Paris. That would be ridiculous. I did, however, sleep in a lot and crash out when I got to bed. This may also be part of the reason I haven’t been blogging so much.
I’m sure I’m leaving things out. I’ll think about it and add more when I get to it. Jeez.