I've been sitting in my hotel, bouncing between the lobby because it has much better internet reception, and my room because I don't have to wear shoes in here, for most of the day. Working on my tiny little laptop, getting a bunch of stuff ready for a meeting my company has with a client in Paris on Wednesday.
A meeting that I just found out I'm to be attending.
Yep. I'm flying to Paris tomorrow night, staying for two days, and then flying the fuck BACK to India, where I'll be extending my stay for another week, so as to get done all the things I would have gotten done while I'm in Paris. Granted, it's something like 14 hours travel each way, but I'm really, no I mean REALLY, fucking excited at the prospect of being in PARIS for two days! And trading in some of this curry for some consomme! Ha!
In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that while taking breaks from work, I've totes been looking up hot clubs in Paris. Does anyone have any recommendations of where to find the prettiest young Parisiens? (laugh)
Of course this morning, I had to rearrange my stay at the hotel. A few minutes ago, the Messages light on my phone started blinking, and then my TV turned itself on ALL BY ITSFUCKINGSELF, and started blinking, "Mr. Christopher, Please contact Reception to confirm your departure." It was seriously fucking creepy. As Kate said, "OMG It's like you're living inside KITT from Knightrider!"
In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that I seriously planned to steal that line and pass it off as my own, with orders to Kate that she couldn't tell anyone because it's almost my birthday. But then I felt bad and I couldn't. Yay, Kate is funny.
Tomorrow morning, some of my coworkers from the Indian team are arriving to accompany me on a birthday trip to the Snake Park. AIEE snakes! I was thinking about getting the hotel to arrange a car, but I just said to one of the guys, who suggested it, "If you told me how to do it so I don't fall off, I could probably try riding on the back of your motorcycle." Now I'm imagining that I can hear the very ominous DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNN in the background. "A lovely day in India ended in tragedy when..."
I think I'm about to head down for dinner. And maybe I'll get a drink in the hotel bar; there's an International Conference for Laparoscopic Treatment of Colorectal Disease today, so I'm sure to have plenty of really fun company.