Two Days One Post, It's a Deal!

Juillet 27
Time 16h54
Place: A street off of Montparnasse
Listening To: Linkin Park, Eagle Eye Cherry, Have a little Priest (from Sweeney Todd), Jena Lee, Lorde, Nine Lashes, and Johny Hollow! (I love Johnny Hollow)

Hier, went to Versailles but I didn't go to the garden because feet were hurting and it was too much gold for Blank Esquire. There is a famous hall way at Versailles which I dubbed Hall of Chandeliers. It's a good name for it, methinks because they put way too many chandeliers and mirrors in the hall when they built it. There was three of us and we went to look for a friend of one of the three of us near the chateau/palais then we went to look for souvenirs and I bought socks because Blank Esquire doesn't want to do laundry before leaving Paris. It would be pointless. Why would it be pointless? Because everything except the chargers, electronics, hats, nightgown, make-up, and stuff I'm mailing is packed, and my purse, shower stuff, dental stuff and Bwhahaha.

28 Juillet, 2014
Time 16h54- I have returned the horrible mistake I made on Friday, I got bags, I mailed everything that I was going to mail and I felt so free that I started humming..."Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws" from Nightmare Before Christmas, I guess when I'm truly happy, I think of Halloween. At least, I'm consistently San Franciscan even in Paris.(Halloween is our holiday, let the East Coast overdo Christmas and Thanksgiving, we have Halloween!)  I accidentally called Paris homey, because I was trying to say Home-like but alas tis what it is and I'm not seeing that store clerk again, at least not for a long while. Paris is pretty and pretty beige. New York is grey and brick, Paris is beige and Dublin is all three, but all are very cool places to visit. I will say no more than that.

Someone was trying to dissuade me, Blank Esquire from mailing stuff at the post office! I have been saying ever since I first went shopping, "I'm going to mail it," "just mail it", "I'm going to mail it." And to convince me not to do so is a fool's errand. I said I didn't trust airplanes, which isn't true. I think most of the time, you will arrive in one piece, sometimes two if you are jetlagged (your mind isn't there but your body is, which reminds me of when I first arrived in Ireland, I'll tell you about it later) and I trust that my carry-on and purse will be fine. My luggage on the other hand will be sniffed, flipped, rolled, shifted,  bumped and maybe if I'm lucky nothing will burst like moisterizer.
You never know.