I Said I'd Write a Letter, But I Didn't Have the Time

The last handful of blog entries are backdated, as I've had no Wi-Fi at the hotel, and have had far better things to do than find an internet cafe. So scroll down if you want to see what I've deemed more important than you, gentle reader.

I am now sitting at the Lush Bar next to our hotel, enjoying Depeche Mode's "Photographic," one of my favorite songs from my favorite band.

How awesome is this?

And Wi-Fi... glorious Wi-Fi!!!

Autour de Paris - l'Encore

Today's the mellow day. Or really, shopping day. Shopping. Shopping. Shopping.

Stop for a drink.

Shopping. Shopping. Shopping.


I really wanted some cool Rugby World Cup stuff, but couldn't find anything to my liking or size. Most of the men's stuff is in Large or larger, which makes me look like a little kid in daddy's clothing. Alannah, on the other hand, has picked up a wealth of stuff. Including a cute little hat I got her. I just have to have her pose for a photo. Something that usually requires several drinks:


Yes, that's at Harry's New York Bar. Yes, I know that's a total English-speaking, American expat hangout. But the Bloody Mary at the place that supposedly invented it is pretty f'in excellent.

A Room to Match My Bag

Due to the citywide room reservation clusterfuck caused by the Rugby World Cup, we had to change to another room in the hotel today. It totally matches my brown and orange manbag.