From Paris to London

I won't wax poetic about Paris. Paris and I, well we had our thing. We had our ups and we had a few downs, but it was the love of my life. I mean, I dreamed of Paris ever since I was a little girl in ballet shoes. So when I boarded that plane from Paris to London in December, I was more than a little heartbroken. It felt like I'd been dreaming the last 16 months and someone pinched me and I actually woke up.
Oh Paris. How I mourned you.
Cut to March 2007.
If Paris was the love of my life, London is my roll in the hay, that part-time lover that keeps your heart racing and has you wearing your best skivvies all the time just in case he shows up unannounced.
London, you saucy thing, who knew you'd thrill me so?

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G and I found ourselves at a pub last night. Sometimes you end up at one filled with suits, other times you're sharing a pint with a slightly rougher crowd. Last night, there seemed to be an endless lineup at the cigarette machine, and the bartender, with her generous proportions, wore a too tight t-shirt with the word BOUNCY across the front. Bouncy, indeed. We watched a guy spinning his cell phone round and round on the table in front of him, and got into a discussion about whether a cell phone's spinability should be a consideration when purchasing one.
G says most definitely, I on the other hand, remain unconvinced.

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And so it goes..