Re-Defined Life

Motorcycles I Can Afford

Florence, Italy

Twelve Things

A short list of why I love Colorado:

1. Everyone is incredibly nice.
2. Cowboy bars.
3. I never get tired of driving through the mountains.
4. Being near BT and DT (aunt and uncle).
5. Staying at the Casita, with its tiled floors and sunshiny windows and views of the mountains and soft bed.
6. Brian and Oliver, who have instantaneously become two of my favorite people.
7. Bar poker.
8. Good food.
9. Seeing elk and deer and horses and rabbits
10. Denver is fairly easy to navigate and pretty nice everywhere
11.Driving my stick shift jeep through the mountains
12. Did I mention everyone is incredibly nice?

That's all for now, from this busy busy girl. Today am off to a wild west town and a party. Tuesday I have an interview. The rest of the time my quest for a job and friends and life here continues.

Tata loves!

Gigi

France is For Lovers

We arrived in the Azure Coast last night, much later than the train was supposed to arrive. MB had been happily expounding on the scientific properties of gasoline and the expert saving of baby seals from oil spills to the Ukrainian man and the Hawaain girl in our train car. I just bonded with the hawaain girl over the trials of bra shopping.

But we arrived, nonetheless, and located our hostel in the red light district (so glad he is here for this one) and slept fitfully.

Today we were walking around Olde Town Nice after our tart french wine and our sweet sweet french Gelatto when I spotted a bar and went in to use the loo. As I walked in an older, very tanned, french man took my arm and rattled something off to me in french.

Sorry, I don't speak french.

Oh, My English is very bad. Do you have a husband? Children?

I have to go to the bathroom.

I scuttled off, waiting in a long bathroom line and then returning to MB and Bianca (a sweet and Clever australian girl we met in our hostel)outside the bar--or so I thought.

When I turned the corner to return to them I found them inside the bar, standing beside said drunk frenchman with drinks in their hands. I couldnt believe my...whats the opposite of luck?

I grimly joined them, at which point the frenchman raised his eyebrows.

These are my friends, I said.

Me too, me too! Have a drink he said.

I looked grimly at MB and Bianca.

I'll have what she's having.

Rum and coka! He hollered at the bartender. Bring rum and coka.

Bianca looked amused, MB laughed, and I resigned myself to chugging rum and coka.

The man spent the rest of our time in the bar extolling the way that Bianca puts her fingers on the side of her face, telling her she looked like Nichole Kidman, asking me if I kiss penises the same way I drink rum and coke (a question which I miserably misunderstood and mortifyingly nodded to), telling MB his penis was the size of the eiffel tower and they should compare to eachother, and extolling MB for being here with both of us.

We looked at eachother slyly (Bianca and I). Yes, yes, he's very lucky, we said. He brought us out here in fact. Paying for everything. He is very rich.

The french man looked very interested, sidled up to MB, slid his arm around him, declared how much he liked him, rich him, and then he reached up and loudly kissed a very embarrassed and chokingly laughing MB on the side of the face.

Ready to go? MB asked.

And so we did.

And our french friend picked up the tab. Aww, he must have really liked you MB...