...And Boy Are My Arms Tired!

Phantasmaphile and I have returned from our trip to Paris, a bit sleepy but definitely satisfied.

Enjoyed the concept of being forced to drink ones cafe sitting down, smoked indoors, navigated the Metro, saw the new Musee du Quai Branly, hung around in Montmantre, went to the Sacre Coeur and listened to the Nuns singing, drank wine and ate cheese (as one must), discovered a new favorite beer, and had a chance encounter with a Dentist who showed us his collection of rare taxidermy and books on zoology. I also got to read, on the plane, Travels in the Scriptorium, the new Paul Auster. A fine, fine time.

Now, I'm back to write a few things, work on a teleplay a bit more, get back to the day job, watch Lost, and go to see the Oresteia. Typical teenage fun like that.

Thanks to everyone who made suggestions on how we should spend some time in Paris. I'll have you know those comments were printed out and brought with us on the journey.

In other personal news:

My brother, Danny, and partner, Joe, are coming to see us this weekend. Joe was recently nominated for a literary award at LAMBDA, I'm told. Very cool. For this book. Go Joe. Looking forward to seeing them both.