2.5 hours en train to spend thanksgiving with linh in paris.
european cities are all starting to look the same.
but there’s something special about paris.
special things always happen whenever i’m here.
i must have really charmed that man with my vietnamese at the banh mi shop
because as we were leaving, he gave us these.
(we decided linh was on the left because there’s a foot in it and she has bunions.
i’m on the right because it’s got a lazy eye like mine.)
found us a charming little restaurant hidden in monmartre.
i made her laugh so hard that she snorted. she snorted so hard that i laughed so hard that i cried. happy thanksgiving!
5am in le marais, in the gutter, intoxicated, staring at the stars,
she asked me what my favourite moment of the trip was
and it wasn’t until now
that i realise i was happiest in that moment with her,
recollecting every fleeting pause and feeling a sense of… liberation? peace?
i don’t know, but i finally felt it after a tumultuous year in london.
my only regret was not being able to meet thomas that friday evening.
currently listening to:
je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l’oublier
i haven’t been in boston since i left three and a half years ago.
kalli was at work and linh was passed out, jet lagged
so i took the red line to a little coffee shop in central square
and sat in front of their window with my mint mocha and laptop for a few hours,
watching people go by.
i also finished up a sixteen-page distribution booklet.
not sure what to write. about boston i mean.
i’m a little sad, a little nostalgic.
a lot of memories attached to this city.
not sure what to write,
but i know that i did miss boston and i’m glad to be back,
even if it’s only for a short time.
also a lot happy
because i get to hang out with my two loves, linh and kalli.
tomorrow we leave for new york.
above linh’s bathroom sink. made my morning teeth brushing happy time.
currently listening to:
next week we’re having an “international karaoke night.”
jimmy said he’s gonna sing a punjab love ballad.
this morning started off with an 8am phone call from jeremy
to remind me that i’m a year closer to menopause.
then i got teased by my coworkers for the flowers delivered to my desk with the note:
“happy birthday veanne, the best girl in the world. unf! love, your secret admirers.”
i’d say fess up now, but i think i know who the culprits are *ahhem*
(i really miss you guys, btw)
i’ve been pretty overwhelmed with work/school
and i have a deadline for various things tomorrow;
was going to reschedule dinner at miyaki’s with vi for another night,
but she called to tell me she was already on her way.
i thought it was just going to be the two of us….
but guess friggin’ what!
sixteen friends were sitting at a table, waiting for us.
i was befuddled for a good three seconds before it hit me.
i was really, really surprised. tina and vi, i love you guys.. sneaky little bitches.
he had me stand on a chair while everyone cheered me on.
“drink it. it’s just water.”
am i gullible or what?
“when i say sake, you say bomb! sake -” “bomb!” “sake -” “bomb!”
a big *huG* and thanks to everyone who made my birthday such an awesome one.
this past week,
tina and vi came to visit and
the apartment swelled with laughter.
nat has left for ireland
and the girls have gone back to california
.. i’m feeling a little empty.
i don’t feel like reiterating the whole week so i’ll rely on
tina and vi to do so.
but i will mention that the most memorable part of last night
was at the chinese restaurant after club pravda.
after (i think) two tequila shots, one buttery nipple, numerous mixed drinks,
and a plate of rice, chicken, pork, veggies..
linh had her head dangling from the edge of the table
and i suddenly felt a big *SPLAt* on my leg.
vi and i pulled our chairs back,
looked down and
found that linh had vomited all over the floor,
on our legs and in her purse.
vi and i exchanged mimicked reactions
and busted up laughing
while everyone in the surrounding tables glared in disgust.