I have been remiss my friends.
I have not been keeping up with the blogging.
I did post last night.
A poem.
But I had no energy after the emotionally exhausting day of classes.
It was a big school weekend.
A lot of deep work.
So much.
And it’s all great stuff.
But.
Fuck.
A girl could stand a break once in a while.
I did get to see my friends a bit more than I have in the past school weekends.
I had a girlfriend dinner with two of my favorite ladies in the cohort on Thursday.
We met at Mazzat, a Lebanese restaurant in Hayes Valley after I got out of work and had scootered home to let in my friend who was hanging in the Outer Sunset waiting for me to get back from work.
She needed to drop off her overnight stuff.
We were having a slumber party.
Hence no blog Thursday night.
It is just not a nice thing to do, I have a small place and I wanted to be a good host and although my friend did encourage me to write, I didn’t feel that it was necessary.
All my delicious catching up and being with her and our other French friend in the cohort at dinner had filled me up, made me happy, completed my experience for that day and it was more important to crawl into bed with my friend and whisper and chat and talk girl stuff.
God.
It’s nice to have girlfriends.
She is like a sister to me and we have pretty much connected to each other since the first week of retreat our first year.
God damn.
I am done.
DONE!
With my last weekend of classes.
I am officially now a third year student.
Holy shit.
And.
Oh, thank you sweet Jesus.
I went to the financial aid office this weekend and sorted out my aid and my package and the lady in the office was super kind and accommodating and it was all done in five minutes.
Such a help.
And I am so grateful to have that settled.
I should be getting enough that I can pay for the tuition for my summer school practicum and for the supervisor and have a bit left over, about $1400, which should cover my costs for out-of-pocket therapy for the summer.
That’s the plan.
It felt so good to get that taken care of.
In other housekeeping stuff.
I e-mailed the bookstore when I got home from class today and listed the books I’d like to sell back, some of which the awesome manager at the bookstore had told me when I was selling back in the fall, to hold off until spring, that I would get a better price.
So.
Fingers crossed.
A few bucks in my pocket this week.
Always handy when a lady is getting ready to travel.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
I leave for Paris in four days.
Four!
I am so excited.
It is finally here.
I have three days at work.
I have to go tomorrow and meet with my supervisor before work and I am hoping that I will be able to run a few quick errands before heading to work.
I need to pick up a few travel toiletries.
I went grocery shopping today after class to pick up some essentials to have in the house for the next few days, as well as to have some things for myself in the freezer when I get back from France.
I bought a new neck pillow for the flight as well at the co-op in my neighborhood.
It felt super fun to tuck it on top of my roll on suitcase.
This trip to Paris will make it number three for this particular suitcase.
It has also taken me to London once, Rome once, New Orleans, Anchorage, Minneapolis, Madison, New York twice, Orlando, and Los Angeles.
It’s a damn good piece of luggage.
It may need to get replaced soon, one of the wheels is getting a little wonky, but having had it for seven years, I think, that’s not bad, and I’m sure I’m forgetting a trip or three that it has taken that I didn’t list above.
No.
I have not taken it to Burning Man.
Ha.
That is the one place it does not go.
Soon it shall come out of the closet and get filled with clothes and shoes and stuff and things and I will be heading out the door to SFO to London to Paris.
The only small fly in the ointment is that I got a slightly changed flight out of London to Paris, and now I have a bit of a layover in London, so I won’t get into Paris until 5p.m. on Friday, May 12th.
I was supposed to get in around 10:30am’ish.
Oh well.
I will probably save myself some travel hassle from Charles de Gaulle and just take a cab to my hotel.
There is a music venue across the street that my Parisian friend told me about today, Fleche d’Or.
I may go check it out after I get checked in and settled.
Could be a fun, spontaneous first night in Paris sort of deal.
I was thinking I would get myself to the hotel, check in, unpack a few things, hit the shower and go out into the city.
I will grab dinner, somewhere in the neighborhood, Les Desnoyez or perhaps Le Baratin.
I mean.
I sort of want my first night in Paris to be special.
A lovely hotel with a rooftop terrace.
Music at the club.
Dinner in a French bistro.
A walk past Pere LaChaise in the evening.
Oh.
The things I am going to do.
I am excited.
And as the weekend is wrapping up and I just turn around and head into the work week I know it will go fast and before one can say “croissant” I will be leaving on a jet plane.
I am so ready for it.
Seriously.
Auntiebubba 