NEW SAGA!

Oh my god is this one NOT for the record books.

Continuing along with my pre- departure stories, if I ain't effed this one up. In addition to not booking a flight, then booking Air India (curry's fine by me but...), doing RATHER well at forgetting all the Fuh- rench that I know, I waited until this week to do the visa thing.

And what a pain in the ass it is. I'm bein' French already kids, by being pissed at the bureaucracy. And I'm not even collecting any cushy benefits while doing so. I'm gonna be super French and strike at the consulate next time I go. Ce sera tres chouette (it will be very owl, I mean cool).

Today anyway I backed out of standing around in ass- melting temperatures in the Upper East Side (a place which always gives me the heebie jeebies) and was issued a conspicuous small piece of paper which will apparently grant me an appointment with the French visa Gods, whence they shally say "NON! Send ziss girl beck! Zose shoes, zey are tres hier!"

It's all very mysterious and boring.