Today was a really great day. It started off with me meeting Aimee for lunch, and we got Latin American food over near Saint Michel. We had a great time dishing about the recent date and our respective past dating experiences; her pregnancy, which is nearing the finish line -- she looks amazing, by the way; Frog with a Blog (and I'd love to meet you too, FwaB - name the date!); and sundry and assorted other items of interest to two girls hanging out in Paris on a Tuesday afternoon.
After lunch we headed up to the Marais to check out leather wallets at a particular boutique Aimee had been eyeing. I ended up walking away with a cute little silver leather change purse, perfect for those pesky euros and centimes that bulk up my wallet.
Next, Aimee decided to accompany me down to Convention where there is a Pass Navigo office; I've been wanting to sign up for one of these to make getting around Paris more convenient but wasn't sure how to do it. We got there only to discover we can only apply by mail or online, not in person as we'd thought. So, we came out with the applications and Aimee later helped me fill mine out.
We then took the #62 bus to my stop, since Aimee wanted to be the first of my Paris friends to see my apartment, and it was on her way home on the 62 anyway. Unfortunately it was a real mess -- I hadn't been expecting company -- but she didn't seem to mind. When we got to the building and I picked up my mail, turns out La Poste had left a note: my other 5 boxes had arrived!
This is where the "I have no shame" part comes in. Aimee offered to help me get the boxes from the post office and bring them back to the apartment... and I let her. I let an 8-month pregnant woman help me lug five heavy boxes three city blocks. OK, so I did give her a wheely cart, and would only let her tote the two lightest boxes, and she said they were perfectly light enough. I'm only hoping she didn't go into labor on the bus home*. And I did loan her my DVD of "In Her Shoes" and gave her a glass of water before she left. I'm not totally insensitive.
So not only did all of my boxes turn up safe and sound with nothing broken or damaged (other than the boxes themselves -- didn't they start out with corners on them once?), but I also got a call from a new client letting me know he is Fed-Exing my nice big check, the contract, and a package of notes and material for the book proposal I am about to write for him (ghostwriting the actual book will follow). This is a really exciting project for me, and I wish I could say more about it right now but confidentiality precludes me from doing so. Suffice to say, this book will most definitely be published and I wouldn't be one bit surprised if the author ends up getting a movie deal out of it and appearances on Oprah and Larry King Live. It's THAT good a true life story.
My lack of shame notwithstanding, it's been a damn fine day today.
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*She didn't. WHEW!
