It took me 10 minutes to book my flight to london, and then 15 hours to choose hotels in london and then I was thinking hey, let’s go to Rome, then Florence, then Paris. But see, you can’t easily get from Florence to Paris and you have to go back to Rome to fly to Paris and yes, its not far but still. So then I decided let’s just go from London to Paris and then it took me five hours to pick hotels in London and then Paris and so now I’m done and I’ve booked our Eurostar from London to paris and I agonized over first class (champagne?) or standard and husband was like, umm. . . 1st class? wtf? So now I’m done and we are going to london then paris and then back to london and we have hotels which will probably suck and we are not going to the moulin rouge show (2nd show with half bottle of champage is 189 per person) or crazy horse (249 per person) so we will probably be as slothful in europe as we are here.
such a sad, sad life, eh?
