One-track mind
November 2, 2007 | Filed under: NaBloPoMo, Va-cay-cay-cay, Whoopdie Doo
“Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.” ~Vincent Van Gogh, 1889
It takes a lot to get me excited. When most people are feeling that awesomeness of anticipation and can do nothing but wiggle around in their seats or stare at the ceiling all night long smiling, I’m curled up in the fetal position, thumb in mouth staring all night long at the ceiling muttering “Jesus, take me now.” I don’t know when I became so completely pessimistic and cynical about most every situation but I am. Instead of it being a cute quirk, it’s sad that I’m so rarely genuinely excited to the point where I can feel my heart beating whenever I think about an upcoming event. If I could put a finger on when this started happening I would probably say it became an incurable problem when I started feeling those bubbly feelings of excitement only to fall hard due to letdown later. So now I tend to go into most situations sullen and then getting warmed up to my new surroundings and adventures.
I woke up this morning at 5:10 AM for a 6:30 AM flight. I got yelled at by an 80 year old TSA attendee. It was freezing this morning and there were no spots at the airport. I kept thinking about a pair of pants I bought the other day that make me look stumpy and I busted a heel. But this morning, while waiting on the tarmac, I took out my Lonely Planet Guide to Paris. I haven’t had time to sit down and really think about next week because there were so many other things happening prior to that and all of my attention went to minor work crises and not thinking about how the Eiffel Tower lights up at night. Yet this morning, when I took out my book to find out the hours for the Lourve and yesterday when I went to look at the 10-day outlook for the weather in Paris, my heart did that thing. That thing where I can feel it beating and my body tenses up not in nervousness but with the giddy anticipation of an eight year old going to Disney World for the first time. I keep squeezing my hands into fists while bouncing up and down. I want to cover things in exclamation points and call people just to scream, “I’m going to Europe, bitches” I am so motherfucking excited right now. And it feels AWESOME.
Jennie says:
Have the BEST time. And take pictures.
Moose in the Kitchen says:
Have an AWESOME time. Eat a croissant for me. No, eat two.
Nilsa S. says:
Ooooh, so fun! Have a great time. Drink lots of wine. And when in Rome … or Paris…
Zoe says:
Yes, wine could be considered a staple here in Paris because it’s so cheap, so drink lots. You should also definitely have falafel on the rue des rosiers (4ème) to weigh in on the debate: which is better, mi-va-mi or L’As du Falafel? Personally I’ve only tried the latter, but mi-va-mi is reputedly better so it is in my sights…
Have a great time!
slynnro says:
I love that feeling when the plane takes off on a trip and you know for the next X number of days, all you have to think about is enjoying yourself.
Have fun! And eat a waffle with Nutella- they are everywhere in Paris. OMG. SO GOOD.
Angela says:
Oh I am so jealous!!! Have a blast and please, please post pictures!
Angella says:
I am excited FOR you! Can’t wait to see your photos
sweetney says:
dude, so excited for you. soak it all in and be sure to write! woot!
Alison says:
Have fun!
LVGurl says:
Hi, catching up… (damn NaBloPoMo)
I LOVE Paris, I can’t wait to visit again. I’m staring at MY Lonely Planet right now…
You’ll have a wonderful time!