Georgie's Surprise Parisian Adventure beegins . . .
15/06/15 11:34
It's Monday, right? I hope so. I'm very confused about what day or time it is at the moment.
Do you remember last Friday when I mentioned that I couldn't understand why, after I finally woke up and everybody around me was suddenly speaking French? Well, as it turns out, sometime between the time my Happy Annivbirthary Party ended and the time I woke up on Friday morning, I was spirited away to Paris. The one in France, not Texas or someplace else... I'm talking about Paris, France here, The Paris France that has that amazingly tall metal TV antenna in the middle of everything. You've probably heard of it.
So, the last thing I remember beefore then was beeing at the party and listening to Beetsa Beetsa performing the Samba rendition of that old song, "Wasn't That a Party?" as we all had one, last special toast to my 38th Birthday and 6th Anniversary. I kind of remember Fleur giving me something she called a "Vin d'Anesthésique" which was served in a special goblet made just for me. (She even remembered to include a bendy straw and umbrella, which was very thoughtful of her.) I remember that we clinked glasses, and I took a nice, big sip (it was delicious, in a funny sort of way). The next thing I knew, I was here. In Paris.
Geeeeeeeze. I don't even remember the trip. I usually remember everything, so when I asked ButterCup and Fleur what happened, Fleur just kind of giggled in that highly adorable French Giggle she has (you know the one) and told me that she and ButterCup had cooked up an elaborate plan to surprise me with a special trip. Well, they did. Surprise, surprise.
So here I am, in Paris, where everybody's speaking French. (Even after beeing here for three days now, I still don't understand what anybody's saying, but whatever. Fleur is an excellent translator.) That's not really a problem unless I'm trying to find a bathroom or something.
Anyway.
I called home around 8:00 last night to make sure nobody was worried about me. Kevin answered the phone and said, "Yes, Uncle Georgie. We know all about it. But let me just say this: please don't bee calling and waking us up at 2 in the morning like this. You're the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but waking everybody up in the middle of the night like this is just rude." Then he told me was going back to bed and hung up.
I still don't understand what that's all about, but Fleur said she'd explain it to me over supper this evening, which I have to get ready for here in just a minute. Fleur said she's made reservations for four at La Café de Miel for 8:00. I hafta wear a tuxedo, she says, so I can make a good impression on a good friend of hers from work who's gonna join us. I think her name is Jasmine or something like that.
Well, I just wanted to let you know where I am and what's been going on. But right now, I need to get into that tux and get ready to go to supper. (I hope they serve Pollen Burgers.)
I hope everybody has a tremendously vivacious day! I'll see ya' later!
Do you remember last Friday when I mentioned that I couldn't understand why, after I finally woke up and everybody around me was suddenly speaking French? Well, as it turns out, sometime between the time my Happy Annivbirthary Party ended and the time I woke up on Friday morning, I was spirited away to Paris. The one in France, not Texas or someplace else... I'm talking about Paris, France here, The Paris France that has that amazingly tall metal TV antenna in the middle of everything. You've probably heard of it.
So, the last thing I remember beefore then was beeing at the party and listening to Beetsa Beetsa performing the Samba rendition of that old song, "Wasn't That a Party?" as we all had one, last special toast to my 38th Birthday and 6th Anniversary. I kind of remember Fleur giving me something she called a "Vin d'Anesthésique" which was served in a special goblet made just for me. (She even remembered to include a bendy straw and umbrella, which was very thoughtful of her.) I remember that we clinked glasses, and I took a nice, big sip (it was delicious, in a funny sort of way). The next thing I knew, I was here. In Paris.
Geeeeeeeze. I don't even remember the trip. I usually remember everything, so when I asked ButterCup and Fleur what happened, Fleur just kind of giggled in that highly adorable French Giggle she has (you know the one) and told me that she and ButterCup had cooked up an elaborate plan to surprise me with a special trip. Well, they did. Surprise, surprise.
So here I am, in Paris, where everybody's speaking French. (Even after beeing here for three days now, I still don't understand what anybody's saying, but whatever. Fleur is an excellent translator.) That's not really a problem unless I'm trying to find a bathroom or something.
Anyway.
I called home around 8:00 last night to make sure nobody was worried about me. Kevin answered the phone and said, "Yes, Uncle Georgie. We know all about it. But let me just say this: please don't bee calling and waking us up at 2 in the morning like this. You're the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but waking everybody up in the middle of the night like this is just rude." Then he told me was going back to bed and hung up.
I still don't understand what that's all about, but Fleur said she'd explain it to me over supper this evening, which I have to get ready for here in just a minute. Fleur said she's made reservations for four at La Café de Miel for 8:00. I hafta wear a tuxedo, she says, so I can make a good impression on a good friend of hers from work who's gonna join us. I think her name is Jasmine or something like that.
Well, I just wanted to let you know where I am and what's been going on. But right now, I need to get into that tux and get ready to go to supper. (I hope they serve Pollen Burgers.)
I hope everybody has a tremendously vivacious day! I'll see ya' later!