Hello, hello, hello. Well now. Aren't you just looking darling? It's spring break (though we are spending it in dark, wet nyc, with the beginnings of a cold) and the absurdities have piled up so high they're peeking out from under the bed. I tried to sweep them back under, and much like a cross dressing diva, they demanded attention.
Some days, I feel like a rockstar. Other days, I feel like a bafoon. Or Angelina Jolie (some combination of the 6 kids and the collagen lips). But today, I felt like a giggly Audrey Hepburn. As I was walking home in the drizzle, in my peacoat with my Fairway bags (American cheese, check. Brown rice cakes, check) 2 very adorable-dare I say handsome- young frenchmen accosted me ever so wonderfully.
"Hello. This is my friend ____. He's visiting from France. Would you like to join us for a drink?" I stammered. Mentioned groceries. They proceeded to interview me with their umbrellas "What delicacy are you whipping up tonight? The world desires to know!" I giggled, naturally, then gracefully declined their invitation, citing a cold (which is true). They walked me home, their umbrellas gallantly protecting me from the rainy onslaught, and carried my groceries, flirting as only the french can.
It was truly delightful. And perhaps I will join them for drinks tomorrow night..