Tag: Champagne
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migration
Now that I’ve finished telling you the tragic tale of, my road to nowhere, I had planned on topping it off with a happy ending; my time in Paris with Gregory (I did get there eventually). But due to a surprise distraction this afternoon, my brain has wandered elsewhere, so instead of Paris, it’s random…
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mon anniveraire: un reportage photo
Disclosure: Since I like to stretch out my birthday celebrations for as long as possible, this is actually a photo essay of my birthweek. I’ve tried stretching it out to my birthmonth but 1. Gregory put the kibosh on that and 2. I don’t have that kind of time at the moment… drats. // My…
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I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend
I am so happy January is almost over. Not that I’m wishing away time right now because trust me, I’m not, it’s just that January is soooooooooo boring, and dull, and sad. BLECH. And since it’s so boring, and dull, and sad, I’ve been forced to also be boring, dull and sad and I’ve been…
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Champagne Celebrations with Gregory and the Monk
Some Saturdays ago, Mrs. London came to visit bringing her brother, Brother London, with her and his new fiance, Roxy. Since new engagements call for celebrating and celebrating calls for Champagne, I threw together a quick sip and nibbles spread for their arrival. Brother London told us all about how the proposal went down… how he…
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The St. Stephen's Day Terrorist
Looking at this photo, you would think that the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was the small, white dog who had eaten something that didn’t agree with his little belly. But no, as painfully odorous as that was, the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was actually my mother, who held us hostage with her particular brand of…
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in case you were wondering…
… what else has been going on during this long holiday season (mine officially ended yesterday after returning from a night in Toulon and I’m so very sad to see it go). {buy me} ++ The 2013 Dieux du Stade rugby calendar is out and I’m a little disappointed that one didn’t find it’s way…
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Brazil Day
What does Brazil have to do with Le Petit Village? Nothing. Nothing is the answer. Until now. Every year like most villages in France, Le Petit Village has a weekend festival… it’s full of wholesome carnival fun, loads of ridiculously inexpensive champagne (does anyone remember the dragged through the hedges incident from last year?) and…
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Me and The Husband-sur-Mer
Fuzzy wuzzy was how we awoke on Saturday morning. I have long suspected, but I now know for sure; Champagne is my kryptonite (woe is me, right?). Two glasses are fine, anything more and I turn into a big ol’ M E S S. I heard Honey Jr outside so I stuck my head…
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champagne saturdays
The Parisian must have been feeling pretty bad about last Saturday. You see, the Saturday after my birthday (last Saturday), he closed the bar early when I was supposed to be celebrating my birthday there with Le Villagers (he has the habit of closing the bar on a whim to go home and play Wii). I’m…
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if you want to know…
…how I spent my birthday, it went like this: I woke up at my usual before dawn hour (I’m an early bird, never have got that worm though) and my mother skyped me from Texas to sing happy birthday. She has sung happy birthday to me on the phone every year for as long as I can…
It's Me, Sara Louise 