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Do you guys remember that Nelly song "Hot in Herrre"? The one that goes "I am gettin' too hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off"? This would be the only way to describe what's going on here weather-wise in Paris. It is blazing and nothing I own seems to be cool enough that I too feel like takin' all my clothes off.
I have to say, I really do love the heat though. I didn't grow up with an air conditioner and braved scorching New York City summers with an oscillating fan and a spray bottle, so to me, this is what summer is all about. I figure it'll be cold soon enough so we might as well enjoy these fleeting days of endless picnics, rosé, effortless dresses, and friends.
If I had to have one complaint, one teeny tiny one, (almost quite literally) it would be that the bugs from outside are seeking refuge in our "cool" apartment. Compared to the sweltering heat outside, our flat must be an improvement for them, but it's still pretty toasty in here and am not open to sharing my space with creepy crawlies. I have an almost irrational phobia to bugs (I couldn't even finish William S. Burroughs' "Naked Lunch", to give you an idea), and because of them, I now have to keep the windows shut. Shut windows in almost 95 degree heat is a joke, so I myself have been seeking refuge elsewhere at either the nearby library or park.
If we weren't hot enough here, things are about to get hotter. (Cue in sizzle sound effect.) In a few weeks we are leaving for our honeymoon, the big adventure à deux, or "The Great Went" as I keep branding our honeymoon as.
Take a guess at where we're going...
No, really guess...!
We are going to :::drumroll please:::
A common reaction from American friends and family has been total confusion. With Greece, Italy and Spain being just next door, why would we go to California? Because California is freaking awesome, that's why. Also, Aurélien has never been and to a European who grew up watching American television and movies, this, is an exotic destination. He is so excited that he has been whistling Tupac's "California Love" for several weeks now, which has sort of taken the toughness out of the song and made it sound more like a farty ringtone on a Nokia phone.
I really can't wait to show off the town that I once called home and to expose him to the local culture like authentic taco stands, out of work actors, The Coffee Bean (!!!), and building pool parties. But could you me a favor, guys? Cross your fingers for a celeb sighting for Aurel. He can't go to LA without at least seeing one pretty person. It would just be wrong. We're shooting for a goodie like a Gyllenhaal sib, a Coppola spawn or Jason Bateman, but you know, Tori Spelling will do. Just putting it out there... These are our exciting travel plans for the summer... Are you heading anywhere?
