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zana16Wasn't gonna update, but now I will. Cause, eh. Actually have news. Imagine that.
Have been at a conference of all the foundations like Jean Jaures created to promote democracy. The round tables were fascinating and provoked much debate and cross-cultural clashes. Met the guy in charge of the International Republican Institute and have decided that there are some Republicans I can respect, limited tho their number may be. In fact, he offered me a job, and we discussed political strategy at length. And he paid me the ultimate compliment by thinking I was French! Actually we got on rather well and I realized at one point that this is the kind of guy that I'd like to marry someday: thoughtful, intelligent, active, informed, and taller than me. Yes. Those are my requirements for future male mates. We could disagree cordially but still get along very well cause we both respected the foundations of the others' arguments.
So the conference was held at the National Assembly, which was cool. Very high-tech conference rooms, and had to give up my passport so they'd let me in. We met the Foreign Affairs minister of France and luncheoned at the Quai d'Orsay. Then we dined at the Senate and got a tour of the Luxembourg Palace. So cool! Got to see Napoleon's throne (complete with 'please do not sit here' plaque) and Marie de Medicis's golden chamber. Got to sit in the President of the Senate's chair. Had to eat foie gras because it would have been impolite not to, but it was worth it to be in the Senate. Discovered before-dinner wine. Also got an impromptu tour of the Socialist Party's headquarters with another of the interns. He and I were both kind of overwhelmed that we were being permitted to attend the conference at all, and we agreed since we were nervous of all these international Very Important Persons, we would stick by each other. He was very nice about explaining lots of Frenchy things, too, such as why he gave me three kisses instead of two. He is the cutest guy! Stick-outy ears and shy and glasses; precious. We had a good time. Although I managed to piss off the director of the National Endowment for Democracy by contradicting him so he's convinced I'm a smart-mouthed kid. Which I kinda was being, cause he wasn't being politic at all. So I promptly responded by being even less politic.... Not the best strategie ever, I'm afraid. Ah, well. Hope he does not remember me when we're working together in twenty years. In fact, hope he's retired by then. Somehow doubt it, though. Curse my luck.
And that is all. For now.
Have been at a conference of all the foundations like Jean Jaures created to promote democracy. The round tables were fascinating and provoked much debate and cross-cultural clashes. Met the guy in charge of the International Republican Institute and have decided that there are some Republicans I can respect, limited tho their number may be. In fact, he offered me a job, and we discussed political strategy at length. And he paid me the ultimate compliment by thinking I was French! Actually we got on rather well and I realized at one point that this is the kind of guy that I'd like to marry someday: thoughtful, intelligent, active, informed, and taller than me. Yes. Those are my requirements for future male mates. We could disagree cordially but still get along very well cause we both respected the foundations of the others' arguments.
So the conference was held at the National Assembly, which was cool. Very high-tech conference rooms, and had to give up my passport so they'd let me in. We met the Foreign Affairs minister of France and luncheoned at the Quai d'Orsay. Then we dined at the Senate and got a tour of the Luxembourg Palace. So cool! Got to see Napoleon's throne (complete with 'please do not sit here' plaque) and Marie de Medicis's golden chamber. Got to sit in the President of the Senate's chair. Had to eat foie gras because it would have been impolite not to, but it was worth it to be in the Senate. Discovered before-dinner wine. Also got an impromptu tour of the Socialist Party's headquarters with another of the interns. He and I were both kind of overwhelmed that we were being permitted to attend the conference at all, and we agreed since we were nervous of all these international Very Important Persons, we would stick by each other. He was very nice about explaining lots of Frenchy things, too, such as why he gave me three kisses instead of two. He is the cutest guy! Stick-outy ears and shy and glasses; precious. We had a good time. Although I managed to piss off the director of the National Endowment for Democracy by contradicting him so he's convinced I'm a smart-mouthed kid. Which I kinda was being, cause he wasn't being politic at all. So I promptly responded by being even less politic.... Not the best strategie ever, I'm afraid. Ah, well. Hope he does not remember me when we're working together in twenty years. In fact, hope he's retired by then. Somehow doubt it, though. Curse my luck.
And that is all. For now.
pashabird news
She'll go to San Antonio to see George before going to basic anyway, and if she has time and money she'll go see you too. Considering that this will probably get me out of my apartment lease, money will be less of a problem. Hooray for that.
Grr, why does Aaron have to be so wonderful? If he were a rotten boyfriend, this would be so easy. Grr. But he isn't so we're both stressed right now...he went out to pick up comfort food for us, mashed potatoes and cornbread stuffing and Dom Perignon. God he's wonderful.