Tag: Mr. London
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Playing The Help
Back in July, when I was in France visiting Gregory, I happened to be there for The London’s wedding anniversary. Figuring they would be going out for the evening to celebrate, and Gregory would probably be working, I looked forward to a date with myself; Chinese takeaway, Sky TV, and a bottle of Rosé, but…
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making up for messing up
Remember how I told you about Gregory messing up our last day in Paris by booking that awkward hour of 12:49 train? Well, it turned out there was a reason for that. Gregory was surprising me with dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and that awkward, early afternoon train, was the one that would get us…
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Au Revoir Paris, Bonjour Toulon
This post continues on from where this one left off, so we’re going to shake off our November blues, and travel back in time to France in July. Gregory and I had one perfect day in Paris, and I had planned on getting at least another half of one in before heading south to Toulon,…
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november
// This photo makes me feel all kinds of awesome. For the first time in eleven years, I was able to cast my vote on American soil. No more absentee ballot for me, I was stoked! And like a dork, I wore that sticker All. Day. Long. (That sticker now lives stuck to my bathroom…
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it was pretty much the happiest of days
On that happy day (last Saturday the 24th), I donned my Toulon rugby jersey. Normally, I don’t wear sports jerseys, but this was a special day… Mr. London was competing in his second Heineken Cup Final and since I couldn’t be there like last year, I wanted to lend my support, even if I was…
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Paris {cinq}
The morning after our fancy pants, Parisian dinner (which I would love to say that we followed with cocktails and dancing until the wee hours, but I can’t because we’re old fuddy duddies), we met The London’s for breakfast. We were having a proper big breakfast, because upon rising, my mother declared that she would…
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Paris {quatre}
When we last left my Parisian tales, we were in an Irish pub somewhere between the Tuileries and Place Vendôme. I was mere steps away from a chilled martini glass in decadent, plush surroundings but alas, it was not to be. Somehow, we miraculously managed to convince the boys to leave and come with us to…
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Paris {trois}
When we last left my tales of Paris, we (Mr. & Mrs. London, Gregory, and me), were on our way to the Musée d’Orsay. I would love to tell you all about an afternoon spent touring the dazzling former train station and its impressive impressionist gallery (my favorite spot in my favorite museum), but I…
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Paris {deux}
Booking a 5:15 in the morning train seemed like such a good idea at the time. Sure it was early, but we’re early birds, and so what if Mr. London had an evening match the night before that we’d all be at. We could sleep on the three plus hour journey, and arrive in gay Paree…
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Paris {un}
Saying goodbye to France from Paris seemed like an oddly, fitting thing to do. After all, I had been trying to visit the City of Lights for four years (and that whirlwind trip last year doesn’t exactly count). Originally, Gregory and I had planned a romantic trip for just the two of us; a couple of…
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