WOW! It has been a long time. I just wanted to give anyone out there who "pseudo" followed me what happened. Do you need closure? I do! I am also going to start a new blog, more details to follow when I figure out what I will be writing about. SO, since we left off I was to work for Frenchy (which I did). It was a part time gig in which I called on North American designers to promote Frenchy's business to them and their clients. Needless to say, I was not successful in the sense that I "sold" anything but did market him to mainly NYC designers. Basically, free PR for Frenchy. I think that was from September until October. October was D-month for American girl in Paris. The funny story was my rent was up for my apartment sometime in the beginning of October. I had no income and my flow was at empty. I had to book my one way ticket back to the old US of A. :( sigh, sniff, sniff
I asked Fufy if I could crash at her pad and she said I could stay at her maid's apartment? Fufy had a personal assistant/maid that lived in the apartment below her in the 16th arr (very near my apt). Her assistant was in Brazil for a week so I would have the place to myself for a week the two weeks living with the maid. Okay, so said apartment is in a fancy building on Rue Boissiere. The apartment is tiny but has a window which looks straight out to the eiffel tower! C'est magnifique! First week good, second week BAD. Maid returns...she does not speak ONE word of english or french! Do you know Portuguese...I don't! So, needless to say it was painful at times but I was teaching english part time and working for Frenchy so all was not too bad...until I broke the sink! Portuguese maid did not shower at all, she prefered to bathe out of a bucket (no lie) with a washcloth. Well, she only washed her hair once a week, which was down to her A$$ and thick and frizzy. So, she does the hair wash thing with a huge wad of hair post bucket bath and proceeds to empty out her comb into the toilet. The toilet, you guessed it, overflows and gets stopped up. Fufy is out of town and I have no idea how to negiotiate a plumber in french. No worries, right? I have booked my ticket to ride and it leaves in 2 weeks. So, one night I go out have way too much wine or whatever cocktail come back to apartment and have to pee. What do I do? Yes, into the sink seems not lady like but necessary, until the sink rips away from the wall under my very curvaceuos and newly fromage enhanced figure! Now, we need a plumber! I call in horrible broken french and attempt to get one and somehow acheive success. He comes over the next morning and laughs and asks me how it happened I just smiled and laughed and let him create his own conclusion. I am sure he is still telling that story about the drunk american girl peeing in the sink...blah, blah, blah.
