Diary of an adult runaway

And so it begins

This arrived on Friday:

And here's where I was by Sunday morning:

Spotted in Paris on International Women's Day. Loving her style.

Thank you!

...to whoever sent me a text last night, something about strong, beautiful women on International Women's Day. Only problem being, I was zonked out and I managed to delete it without knowing who it was from. Sara? It seems like the kind of thing Sara would do, but whoever it was, back atcha, babe!

Yes, I was once again off in dreamland. In case you didn't know, Paris has an extensive sewer system, something like 1300 miles worth. You can tour it ~ something I recommend because it's hella interesting and not nearly as stinky as you might think. (Ever looked at the Paris skyline and wondered why it's so different? No power or phone cables, for one ~ they're all down in the sewer system.) Anyway, for some reason, I was in like this gondola-type boat in the sewers with a few other people. I think we were somewhere near the Canal St. Martin, because there were skylights like when you go underground there. The water we were in wasn't extremely pleasant, but then we came to a lock and this guy who looked like a combo of Santa Claus and Catweazel (see above) turned a big wheel and we began to sink, but then bubbly pink water flooded in to our side of the lock and we floated away on it, giggling.

That's gotta mean something, right?