The Twenty-Third One: The International Incident

So anyway, here's the scoop:

We leave in the morning for Paris (seriously), so I'm shutting all of the blogs down for now until we return. Except this one.

See, at the very last minute, I decided to snag me one of those tiny netbooks that allow you to blog discreetly whilst sipping coffee in a foreign cafe and making fun of other people simply because you don't underSTAND the other people. It sounded thrilling, and I had to be a part of it.

Of course, you know how intentions and vacations work. I may never get this thing out of the little messenger bag that I ALSO had to have, or I may quickly grow sick of my traveling companions, lock myself in a youth hostel with other angry and disappointed travelers, and then send 400 spiteful dispatches.

I just don't know at this point. We'll have to see. But check back daily, if you can. Because I'm sure something is going to end up getting posted, even if it's just a search warrant for me after an ugly incident involving a baguette and an awkward case of mistaken identity...

Ok, I've got to go pack. Yes, I waited until the last minute, stupidly. So I will be racing around trying to throw things together, the anxiety levels peaking. In fact, that will probably be my first post, banged out on this tiny little keyboard while we sit on the runway for 3 hours because my luggage weighed 218 pounds and they have to convince another passenger to take a later flight or we can never leave. Ever.

And so it goes...

Brian