Andrew! Hello, and Happy Halloween!
I love that song!!!!! hahahahaha!!!! I had it stuck in my head for 3 days after reading your letter. I then had to make it my profile song on myspace.
Damn! I wish I could have been there to see you perform it! It's times like these that I'm acutely aware of the fact that we are totally missing out on each other's presence. It makes me miss you.
The wedding sounds like it was amazingly fun. I love weddings. Collective excitement and booze is a good combination.
My concerns and activities as of late have been focused on domestic things; Bag lady grocery shopping, finding, returning, and repurchasing vacuum cleaners, vacuuming with vacuum cleaners, scrubbing things, tidying up in general, breaking out in rashes, and consequently worrying about shampoos and laundry detergents containing perfumes. Doesn't Paris sound exciting?
I don't know if you know this, but I'm a delicate flower. The slightest disruption in my carefully controlled environment can send my body chemistry into an angry uproar. This exacerbates another condition I seem to be mildly afflicted with, what I believe to be OCD, and what others may consider to be just plain craziness. It all has me considering what life would be like living in a plastic bubble (I like to decorate, I'm sure I could make it in to a comfortable bubble at the very least).
Last week I had a friend come for a visit. With this visit there was, in both of our minds, the chance for a budding romance. Kissing was a possibility. Now, I have only become aware of this correlation just a few years ago but, historically, when I get involved in a new romance I break out in a terrible rash. I never realized why, but recently it's become clear that I have a hypersensitivity to flowery or otherwise scented laundry detergents, and beards. Exposure to these two things actually sent me to the emergency room in Italy once.
This visit was no different. His beard, his detergent, my new shampoo, new detergent, and new clothing have all joined forces in an effort to turn my face in to a fiery red mess. I'm horrified. To top it all off I just started my French classes this week, so I get to meet a lot of new people while looking like a leper. Kewl.
So, feeling rather powerless to this this condition, I began exercising control over the only thing I can really control in this world, the cleanliness of my apartment. I'm a cleaning maniac. While Dan was here I was vacuuming multiple times a day, sometimes even while he was sleeping. Sucking up dust balls, rolling lint wheels, straightening rugs, putting books in order from shortest to tallest, laying blankets *just so* over chairs to give that cozy yet posed effect you see in catalogues, and essentially wigging out. I know. It's embarrassing. Will you still be my friend?
As for Paris (which doesn't seem quite as poetic to me when viewed through the mask of a painful, unrelenting rash that has me wanting to scratch my face off) I still have a ton to see. I don't know if I'll ever run out of things to do. I went to Versailles and walked around the grounds for hours. On the train trip home I met two Canadian lawyers who invited me on a trip to Normandy to see the D Day beaches. Dan and I had a picnic in one of the large forests on the outskirts of the city, Bois de Boulogne. I went to the Louvre and saw beautifully rendered and well thought out paintings. I've done some shopping in hopes of becoming stylish... but all that is really secondary to my complaining. I hope you feel sorry for me!
OK darling dearest, I still owe you a wedding gift. I'm a terrible friend, but I have a good memory, at least. Is there something special you and Dana would like from Paris? Something for the house or the baby? Let me know.
I'm sending kisses and candy.
Sonya
Versailles accommodations.
Normandy war machine.
Autumn picnic.
Slumber party at The Louvre.
Window shopping at Les Galeries Lafayette.
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