A Parisian Thanksgiving

What did you do for your Thanksgiving holiday?

Wanna know what we did?
See these pictures?

Yeah.
I took them.
IN PARIS!
In person.
Over Thanksgiving.
That is all.







Okay, that's not really all.
I'm sorry we couldn't spend this wonderful "season of thanks" with all of our loved ones!
But alas, life must go on.

And so it did in Paris.

We arrived on the eve of Thanksgiving.
The chillins were wonderful during our 7 hour ride in the car!

Thanksgiving Day, we ventured out and learned how the Paris metro system works ,
(same as the others)
saw the Arc de Triomphe

walked down the entire Champs Elysees

and ended up at the Eiffel Tower.

Our 2nd day in Paris,
we visited the Louvre
(I REALLY want to photoshop that lady out...)

where we saw...

Aphrodite
(approx 323 B.C....
I hope I look that good at that age!)

The Great Sphinx of Tanis
(said to be 4,000 years old!)

Dennis and Ann Leary

And, of course, the great Mona Lisa...
which is now behind a wall of plexi-glass,
with a wall in front of that,
and ropes in front of that...
dumb thieves!

...okay, okay,
because I KNOW you're dying to hear about my encounter with Dennis Leary, given that he's like the #1 hottest actor on the "Who's who of the B-movies" list,
I will tell.

He was there with his wife and son... with us at the Louvre.
He and I were chattin' it up.
I told him how great I thought his mullet was,
or rather, his "business on the sides, party in the back" 'do was.
He thanked me and told me not many people complimented his hairdo.
I told him " no problem. I speak the truth."
And then I told him how great movie make-up is!
'Cause it hides some serious freckelage!
Then he said "Happy Thanksgiving, crazy Lady." and they went on their way.

After the Louvre we headed over to the Notre Dame Cathedral.
...
Now fast forward to the evening where Luke and I went on a hot double-date.
And by "hot" I mean I got to play dress-up.
I wore a silk blouse, and tight black pants with my highest, blackest heels.
Did I get any pictures of our hot selves?
No.
Got so caught up not having children, I think I forgot.
We sat at a cozy French restaurant with our good friends, Laura and Jeff
and enjoyed great cuisine and 4 hours of relaxed conversation.
4 HOURS!
No crying.
No pooping.
No fighting.
No whining.
It was nearly 1 a.m. when we left the restaurant.
We decided to then go see the tower in it's nocturnal glory,
because I have a "thing" for shiny, glittery stuff.
What girl doesn't?
Give a girl glitter, and send her to Paris on a pony and she could die happy...
(well, according to Luke, anyway...)
???
Whatev, honey. We'll let you have your little fantasy.

So anyway, after forcing Jeff and Laura to let me take some cutesy pics of them,
Luke and I got into our contrived pose,
Jeff got into his photographer pose and as he was pressing the button,
the glorious, sparkly, twinkling lights shut off!
{GASP!}
And they did not come back on!
Our last night in Paris!
SAD. SAD. Night for Steph.
But all is well.
Our friends have some cute shots and I was able to take in the Eiffel Tower in all of it's shiny glory!!!
At least the memory will live on in my little noggin.

Out of all the shots I got of the great Eiffel Tower, we did not get ONE with the entire family or of Luke and myself!

Ah!
Frustrating.
But, that just gives us a reason to go back :)
I guess I'm a little glad we didn't try to suffer through trying to get the
perfect couples/family shot because I just had my hair done.
(*this pic was taken in the Louvre. Porter had his Sully, and Luke saw a photo op.)
Don't like it.
Too harsh.
Getting it fixed in a week.
I only wanted the dark that was already in my hair, a little richer.
Not all of my lightness gone.

Happy Thanksgiving!