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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

That which I once called home, sweet home

Wheeeee!!
Finland tomorrow!
God the time has just flown !! :D I'm just so glad to get a breather and see my family and friends. However short a time it may be..
Oh I received my Fauchon order ! Whew, good thing they got here in time otherwise I wouldn't have known what to bring to my friends in Finland or what to do with 7 boxes of Fauchon goodies if I received them too late. :D

I went to buy my UID today. On the packaging it looks pretty weird, kinda like an inwards turned claw. I've always just seen the T-formed types, so it's slightly freaking me out. Oh well, now all I have to do is wait for the right moment. If it ever comes..

Yesterday we went to bed at 4 am. "Why," you ask, "I thought you worked on Wednesdays?" Well the reason for that is my heart's love for rugby - a sport that can sometimes prove to be a total bitch. You love it, it breaks you.
And this time it broke his nose.
Yeah yeah, I know, he broke his nose like 5 months ago. Sure, it just swelled up a bit, but this time he took it up a notch and managed a lovely gash to make sure it wouldn't go unnoticed. Broken AND open.
GAH.
So we drove to the ER and waited. And waited. And then we waited some more.
Good thing we're used to these visits so I prepared rations (p'tits déjs) and books. Oliv' is reading The Wheel of Time series and I'm devouring the first of the Stieg Larsson's "Millenium" trilogy. A very good book so far, at moments disgusting, but very captivating. I almost feel the need to skip some lines to advance faster to the conclusion :D

Work was good again today. Bizarrely I didn't feel tired at all. It must be the sun.
We've had lovely weather lately, from +17 to +24 but with an unwanted heaviness in the air. I sure hope we're spared of the canicule this summer. Otherwise I just may die.
And I'll die even more on top of Mont Blanc! I must be insane to do it....

Oh speaking of MB, Oliv' started planning our route on Sunday while I went to get a massage and he stayed in a bar drinking beer :)
Sunday was nice. We walked from our place to the massage parlor (less than 2h) and discussed this and that on our way there. I begged his pardon in advance because I know that whilst going through the trekking I'll be smelly, disgusting, sweaty, whiny, bitchy and ugly (aka my charming self) for the whole 10-12 days it'll take us to complete the trek. He promised to be my equal :)

The massage was.. interesting.
It was a tiny place (it was actually pretty big, just crammed full with massaging rooms) and all the girls working there were Asian who didn't understand a word of French.... Smells of underpaid, abused labor here...
So anyways, the massage was - like I said - interesting.
It hurt.
I really hurt.
And once it was over, "it's over *click says the lightswitch*, good day *exit*". You're left trying to regain your eyesight after a blinding awakening to reality and while you're trying to clothe yourself, the boss of the joint first sees you half naked through the slightly open door ("Salut, ça va? ça était?") and then 5 seconds after that tries "by mistake" to install another client in the booth that you are in ("Oh I didn't see you there").
I went with Anne and Sandra. Anne hated her massage and Sandra was more accepting.
We joined Oliv' around his beer and had a nice time chitchating about various things.
Sandra left with her car, we walked Anne to the train station, started to walk home but then realized it was really too late to walk 2 hours to get home, make food and eat. So we took ze train and lived happily ever after.
Well, atleast we ate well.
And watched I love you, Philip Morris and Final Destination 3. ;)

I can't wait to be in Finland.

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