Am off on 'Girls gone Wild' weekend in Paris tomorrow.
I intend on packing the most uncomfortable and impracticable clothes I own.
Why? Two reasons.
1) Husband won't be around to scowl at my outfit, stare at my shoes disapprovingly and warn me while wincing 'Not those again. I'm not carrying you home this time.'
2) Because it's PARIS!
I once read that Parisian women wear high heels to walk to work and then change into flats when they get to the office.
My kind of town.
Au revoir les enfants!
P.S. French accents have a powerful effect on me. I even fancy Pepe Le Pew. He's an animated raccoon. But he's hot.