13 Things to Do In Paris

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
  1.  Stand at your window & wait for an organ grinder or other street musician to appear on the street to entertain you.    2. Go look at shiny things.    3. Mingle among some of the locals.    4. Spend an afternoon loitering in front of Jim Morrison's old apartment building.     5. Or, you could just go see Jim.    6. You can visit some more old friends while you're there.    7. Go to a rugby game.     8. Or you could just go watch it on TV in a bar.     9. Enjoy the thick, pungent aroma & charm of the Paris sewers.    10. Go stand next to someone you don't know & have your picture taken with a stranger.    11. Approach people at help desks & attempt to communicate with them only by whistling.    12. Explore creepy basements.    13. Take lots of pictures.Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!The purpose of the meme is to get to...
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Bibles, Bikes, Chocolate & Wigs

Bibles, Bikes, Chocolate & Wigs

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
One day, Olivier & I were walking around here in Paris with some friends. We passed a shop that I had never seen before & which immediately struck me as being odd. The sign in front read "Vélo et Chocolat". In plain English, it said: "Bicycle & Chocolate".Evidently, you can get a bicycle here & some bars of chocolate. Interesting marketing idea. It's true that chocolate goes with anything, it's just that I had never been riding a bicycle while thinking to myself, "Hmm...yeah...a thick bar of chocolate sure would hit the spot right about now".Naturally, this one-stop shopping idea isn't unique to Paris, or even to Europe at all. Before I moved to France, when I was living in the small town of Loveland, Colorado, there in the downtown area was a fabulous mecca of one-stop shopping: Probasco's.Yep...that's right. Bibles & wigs all in one amazing shop.It looks like both countries like the bizarre two-in-one stores. So, we're not...
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The Bouillabaisse Binge

The Bouillabaisse Binge

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Okay... most people are aware of the fact that the food here in France is fucking incredible. I mean, they can even make this nasty, slimy thing taste good.Naturally, if you head down south toward the Mediterranean coast, there are countless places serving seafood. Fresh seafood. Since I'm from Colorado, which happens to be a bit inland, I tend to get over-excited about eating seafood that didn't have to travel on an airplane, or that isn't being served at the Red Lobster.There is one place in La Grande Motte that my husband I & like to go to - they have an awesome bouillabaisse there. You have to order it earlier that day, or the day before because it takes that long for them to make it just for you.In case you don't know, bouillabaisse is just a type of soup that is made with different kinds of fish & shellfish.So, we get to the restaurant...we have some wine...... &...
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Words of Truth Won’t Harm the Speaker

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Ah...so here we are, at another Monday and throughout over the course of the past couple of weeks, I have again stumbled upon another sparkling revelation: most people are pieces of shit. Goddam.Well, maybe I didn't just discover this…but was just again reminded of it.People will lie to you, boys and girls. People will use your greatest vulnerabilities against you...what you fear, what you love and the flaws that make you what you are - they will take those tender spots in your soul, they will stick a wretched finger in those spots and they will twist it, digging and boring a wound until you either cannot take it anymore or until you end up wallowing in a pool of your own drunken barf and disdain.The clock is ticking away...your life is ending as you are reading this. tick...tick...tick...who knows when the ticking stops.My point here, people: don't let your time be wasted by fuckheads...and if you happen to be one...
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Whatever. It Still Beats American Football.

Whatever. It Still Beats American Football.

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
Olivier & I arrived at the stadium & found our seats. Moments later, we were blinded by a pink flurry...a pink Cadillac did laps around the field, streaming pink feather boas. The shitty 80's disco music was deafening & asses were shaking it as far as the eye could see.No...it wasn't a gay pride rally. It was a rugby game. Yes, I'm serious.I was hypnotized. I stared in awe & wonder as I watched the pink Caddy filled with dancing girls. For a moment, I had forgotten that I was waiting for a rugby game to start.Of course, the game couldn't actually begin until a giant, golden rugby ball was wheeled onto the field. Try to imagine my sense of amazement as the gilded ball slowly opened to reveal another feather-clad Moulin Rouge girl hidden inside. Just try to imagine it - I bet you can't, though.After she had completely hatched, the...
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The IKEA Nesting Instinct

The IKEA Nesting Instinct

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
"And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue." ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5"You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you." ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5~I feel as though I've committed some sort of blasphemy. I had done so well, selling, giving, and throwing away most of my material possessions - all the while, reminding myself that, "the things you own end up owning you."It was...
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