So it's been a long weekend. And this probably isn't a real post. but please read on...or just look at the pictures....the pictures are good. Reuniting with parisian-amis is always a good, random, sloppy, wine-soaked time. Friday night started off with dinner during which I discovered a fun surprise on the way to the bathroom. Photo. Booth. There are few things in life that make me happier than photos but photo-booths give me the instant glee and gratification of a child presented with ice cream. After the second WC trip and the third glass of wine, I'd convinced AM and JM that there was no way we we leaving without a photo series. Unfortunately I don't have the photos. I'm sure AM got her hands on them but I will be peer-pressuring her for a scanned image to upload. In any case, I'll describe. First, we had to beat out a 9-year old who was the only other person at The Smith who hadn't out-grown the fun of photo-booths (ex...
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