This is a long overdue post and I probably forgot about some of the stuff we did, but here is my recollection of our last visit to Paris during my folkís trip out here.
What can we say? Itís a great place. A nice set of circumstances allowed us to forgo another tiny European hotel room and instead stay in an apartment of one of Chizzyís coworkers who was out of town for the weekend. We were debating the train vs. taxi for the airport to city leg until the final minute, but finally decided on booking a ride with the company Chizzy has used before for work traveling. The train can be worth taking for the experience if you donít have a ton of bags, but it was nice to travel in comfort into Paris this time. The apartment was in the Trocadero area which left us a bit outside the action, but a quick stop at a Metro ticket booth (and a fine display of Chizzyís French skills) solved that problem. The trains seemed much cleaner to me on this trip. I donít know if it was my imagination but I thought it maybe had something to do with the Olympic selection committee recently having been in town. Who knows? The one thing I freely admit though is that the Metro/RER system confuses me quite a bit. And forget about taking a bus unless you have explicit directions, because the maps and timetables at the stops themselves are impossible to decipher. So, we werenít riding the system like veterans, but it certainly got us to where we needed to be. First stop, Arc de Triomphe. We actually hit it at a time where we could climb the mug.
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This site is partially to keep people up to speed with what we are doing over here. Iíve been playing a lot of guitar, for one. I mostly just play other peoplesí songs, but I occasionally try my hand at original creations. This is probably the third song I have ever written and Iím going to post it for your entertainment. The usual disclaimers about performance and singing apply. For some reason, being half a world away gives me the courage to post this. Iíll be embarrassed when I see you all again.
There is a back story to this song that I seriously hope some of you will get. Iím not even going to tell the story right now so those who will catch the reference can be surprised when you hear it. Iíll post a follow up in a while if nobody gets it. Or you can just Google the title character of the song to find out more about the inspiration (it would be the second hit - not the Evangelist).
Leroy (1,786KB MP3)
Make a casserole for dinner. Itís easy, convenient, and delicious.
Yes, Chizzy has turned me on to the exciting world of casseroles recently by telling me she was craving a tater-tot casserole. I knew of casseroles from my childhood, but I never stopped to appreciate the culinary miracle that they are. Iíve done three now, basing each loosely from online recipes, and they all turned out pretty dang tasty with leftovers for lunch the next day.
You really canít go wrong, gentlemen. Just prepare it in the afternoon and stick it in the fridge. When the bread-winner comes home from a tough day, just pop it in the oven for 30 minutes while you cater to their other needs such as foot massages. The casserole doesnít even necessarily have to come out in a solid form if you donít want. Just dump the soupy mess in a bowl, add Tabasco to taste, and dive in. Iím going to have to figure out some veggie recipes now though because Chizzy is suffering from post-traumatic meat disorder after realizing she may have been eating horse sausage without her knowledge. I find it fairly tasty myself.
I never actually found any tater-tots, but they did have these lovely potato balls that worked almost as well.
Yeah, updating has been slow. So it is with blogging. Sometimes you just donít have much to say. We still owe a couple more trip posts and we will get to them pretty soon. Chizzy claims she will do the London post, but that will need to be seen to be believed. People are taking a trip to Europe and we are hooking up with them here in Switzerland for part of it. That goes down in only a couple weeks from now and we are really looking forward to that. We will finally get to see the Matterhorn when we meet up with them in Zermatt. They will also stop and check out our place in Zurich on their way out after riding the Glacier Express. Good times.
My desktop computer crashed early last week and it turned out to be a hard disk problem. I was worried I was going to lose all our photos and music files, but I was able to recover the data and actually get the disk up and running again. This was important because I only had a couple missions left in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas and I wanted to finish that. I have backups now. You care.
With GTA finished I had to buy a new game and settled on World of Warcraft after a bit of deliberation. Not that I was worried I wouldnít like it, just that it was going to be a huge time suck and I was reluctant to get into a subscription based game. The game really is as good as everybody says it is (if you like those massive multiplayer role playing games). Itís also become a learning tool for me as well. I bought the German-only version of the game and there is a ton of reading to be done, so I sit there with my German dictionary so I know what I am supposed to be doing on the quests. Games are simply amazing these days. I read the average age of a gamer these days is 29.
Chiz is in Munich for work again for a couple days. The boss who is responsible for sending her to Zurich in the first place is in town and they are syncing up. The company is trying to save money so she had to hitchhike there.