W.T.F.

Today, Basic Sunday.

Olivier was supposed to play rugby but since the weather's been bad (lots of snow), the match was cancelled. I had seen on www.pariisini.com that a Finnish Christmas market was being organised near Nation from 11 a.m. -7 p.m. We left our house at 1 p.m. and arrived there at 6 p.m. 5 hours after. "How is that possible?! Even if you had walked the whole way, it would've taken you 3 hours!!" Let me explain.

Shops.

We took the train and arrived at Paris around 1:30 p.m. We then walked from the railway station to Nation. But we did a detour. We went to check Uniqlo at Opéra. Before that we stopped at Nespresso (Olivier's French, you must understand). And while on our way to Uniqlo, I nearly had a heart attack.

I'm talking to Olivier, we're walking hand in hand in a crowded street. I look to my left and what do I see ? I SEE FUCKING TUULEVI, MY EX-ROOMMATE FROM MONTPARNASSE WHO MADE MY LIFE HELL AND WHO ENDED UP IN THE PSYCH WARD !!!!! WTFFFFFF!!!?!?!?!?! I nearly SCREAM. She's uglier than ever, fat and pimple faced in a too-thight-a jacket, walking down the street, talking in Finnish into her mobile.

I grab Olivier's arm in desperation as all the bad moments flash before my eyes and all the what COULD HAVE happen or STILL can happen hit me like a lightning bolt.

WTF IS SHE DOING IN FRANCE ?!

She's supposed to be in Aurora Hospital in Finland. Or at least chaperoned by someone. GGGUUAAAAAAHHHH !!!

This is going to haunt me. She knows where I work. She doesn't know (hopefully) where I live.

Olivier didn't see her, only from behind when I pointed her out.

I mean, what are the odds??

Brrrrr..

Sooo anyways. Back to shopping.

After Uniqlo (found nothing) we went to Disney Store on the Champs-Elysées. I bought 3 pairs of Nightmare before Christmas socks. ^^ (15€, bastards!)

I then started our looooong walk to Nation.

On the way we stopped in quite few shops. I found a New Look shop near Bastille and I fell in love in quite a few items. Ehehe..

When I checked my watch, it was 6p.m. Oh fuck. The market ends at 7p.m. We arrived there 15 mins later and they were already wrapping it up. Perkele.

All that walking for nil.

I felt a bit stupid but Olivier just laughed. Luckily he doesn't take things too seriously. :)

He even made an effort, remembering our latest .. discussion. I tried on a woollen dress which I didn't quite fancy at the end. He complimented me on how it looked on me after I had put it away. AND after at home he drew us a bath and lit up candles to make it more romantic. :)

He's a cutiepie. <3

I bet I'll have nigtmares tonight.....