Tonight with dinner, I drank a wine older than I am. 1981. My host 'dad' bought it (a huge bottle) at an auction and tonight at dinner let me have a glass. It was good, but I guess there's a reason I'm no wine connaisseur: I honestly can't see anything different or better about it than other wines I've had for much cheaper.
Tomorrow my mom hops on a plane to come over here and I go to pick up the key for our apartment that we've rented out for the week. Then my mom'll be here early (really early) Wednesday morning, and I get to spend time being taken to nice little bistros and having someone else pay. I also have a nice excuse to go be tourist-y in a city where I live. And let's be honest, living somewhere is different from visiting. When you live there, you don't end up seeing all the monuments except for in passing or in your first few weeks in town, and you don't go to all the cool shops except when you need to, and you don't eat out at all the cool places you see because you either have class, or laundry, or studying, or grocery shopping, or some other real-life thing to get done. I rarely ever leave my two areas of Paris: the 5th and the 15th.
That's not a complaint. It's just a fact. There are parts of Paris I've never seen or only seen once because I just don't have time to go over there, and why would I when everything I need is right around? With my mom, I'll be staying in the 4th, the Marais, over by the Hotel de Ville, and I'll get to explore an all new section of Paris.
Battlestar Galactica is back on. It makes me happy even if the show just gets more and more frakking sad. It's much better than Smallville, anyway, that seems determined to keep Clark Kent from taking back his balls from Lana Lang.
Okay, yes, my TV shows are important to me. Even when said TV show is horrible. It's like a trashy romance novel. Not really worth the time but entertaining none the less, and once you start you can't stop til you see it through.
And in other news . . .
In 25 hours, we'll have a new president. President Barack Hussein Obama. I like feeling hopeful for the future instead of dreading the next four years.
I wish Ann Coulter's jaw was still sewn shut.
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