I’m in Paris for the Hot D’or awards and so far the time change has not been kind to me. I slept 7 hours the night before my flight, 4 hours on the plane to Cincinnati, then 7 hours to Paris…. 3 hours later I went back to bed for 4 hours, woke up for dinner, laid awake all night recovering from the wine, and then fell asleep when the sun came up and was forced out of bed at noon. Now it’s 2 am and I want nothing more than to go to the gym. My eyes are sore. I’m slightly curious if it’s from oversleeping but I’m not motivated enough to find out. Granted, I was able to sleep off most of a 24 hour flu in that time, but either way it’s left me feeling like a bum up until now. Now I feel like a crackhead.
Good things about Paris: Food, wine, endless supply of fuckable people.
Bad things about Paris: Euro exchange rate, I have to leave on Wednesday.
I can’t get enough of these Frenchmen. We have a natural attraction. I have chemistry with the whole goddam country. I can’t go 5 feet without a cheesy line in a smooth accent or one or both of us blushing when we hold eye contact for too long. Poor Katy is pulling me off. I advised her to take an insurance policy out on me in case I don’t make it back.
On the other hand it’s probably best that I’m leaving Wednesday. If I have too many days here I will eat myself out of the dating pool…. I don’t know how they do it but it seems like this nation of skinny people with perfect complexions eat dessert after every single meal, along with wine, bread, and cheese dipped in carbs and covered in cream based sauce. I am not one of these super humans. I cannot sustain this decadence.
I’ve decided what happens in Paris stays in Paris…. Right down to the calories.