...like getting stuck in the metro door. yes, i was 'that' girl - the one who prances along in her ballet flats, trying to jump on the metro before it takes off down the rails. and fails. and then the metro waits until she (and hopefully with the help of kind german strangers, as was my case) succeeds in tugging her shoulder bag out of the crack in the door, as well as getting her stuck shoe out of the door.
i never try to jump on the metro. i always wait for the next one. i'm just never in a big hurry - hell, if im five minutes late, i dont really give a shit (god i'm turning so french). but today, i was in a rush to get away from galeries lafayette (it is a saturday and my favorite place on earth was jam packed with people trying to buy their cadeaux pour noel - i can't stand crowds like this). i heard the metro doors opening as i ran down the stairs of the chausee d'antin lafayette metro station and voila, i ran. god i wish someone had taken a photo of my face as i got trapped in the closing doors. i think i have a nice bruice on my calf to go along with the remnants of the bruise from the kanye west show. thank god opaque tights are in.
besides getting stuck in a metro, i picked up my mc solaar tix, saw a crazy little band playing outside of les halles, and managed to get hit on by a man i bought some things from at a little papeterie near rambuteau. yes sir, i do have a boyfriend, he is french, and yes, he does live in paris. i actually thought that my rejection of this man in french was quite impressive. i always enjoy the stories that i make up when random men start talking to me. sometimes im stephanie, sometimes im from london, most of the time i have a french boyfriend whom i am in love with, yes deep passionate mad love, and never am i available. maybe next time ill say that i can't go get a coffee because i have to go wash my hair.
i wonder if they would understand the reference.
i think its time for a tarte. besides me, that is.
:)
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