trial and error.

so. today was a day of trial and error.

stage one. wake up early. alarm set for 9:30. snooze snooze snooze. get up at 10:15. trial. error.

stages two and three. quick breakfast at the royal pereire before metro-ing over to the gran palais to see the monet exhibit. quick breakfast turned into two hours. i ordered "un peu," dana ordered eggs. my peu came. no eggs. no eggs. no eggs. my peu went. no eggs. EGGS. eggs come eggs go. our waiter sits down to dine himself. waiting waiting waiting. bill. pay and leave. its 12:30. oye.

arrive at

gran palais. pretty. pretty long line. long line. group of elderly scoot on by. advanced tickets... buzzkill. we wait in line. do some reading. take a picture. attempt to get wifi on itouch. wait. wait. over hear "bleh bleh french french cinq huere" yes.... five hours. FIVE HOUR WAIT. trial. error.

but do not fear. we saved the day obvi. we strolled the champs elysees. shopped. ate. walked. bus'd it home. and thats when the real fun began.

relaxed by our discovery of sparkling italian wine at lunch.... we decided to hit up the laverie. yes. the laundromat. get. ready.

first carmen informed us we had purchased fabric softener, not detergent. oops. she gave us detergent. TG for carmen.

we arrive at the laverie, pretty poppin' spot on a sunday afternoon. we divide into lights-ish. and darker. i pay for machine numero uno. 7 euros. gag. dana pays for machine dos. 4.20 euros, smaller gag.

then comes the detergent aspect. what does one do with powdered detergent

. ummm. no idea. we dumped it in dishwasher style. eye-balled it with no frame of reference,

but a large fear that suds may explode from the machine if we f'd it up. we were modest with our powder-pour.

let those spin, rinse, wash, whatever. DRY TIME.

by this time french hw has been done, bberry is on the yellow battery level, and reading my book for leisure is not happenening in the icebox the french call a laverie.

we dump all our ish into two driers. and proceed to dump 8 euros total into drying it all. towels putting a damper on the drying sitch. but whatever. it happens.

24 mins later we have mostly dry belongings. a new life experience under our belts. and a mutual understanding that laundry is to be avoided at all costs, and attempts to go 2-3 weeks between visits would be highly appreciated.

post laundry was chill time, dinner, and february break planning sesh.

all in all i left the day with a pair of much needed black jeans from l'gap (on sale for super cheap). a hamper of clean folded clothes. and plane/train tickets from paris-madrid-barcelona-london-paris for a glorious ten day trip.

not tooooo shabby.