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Meet Me in Paris is actually the name of Sarah Hina's blog tour for her book Plum Blossoms in Paris, which launched today at Travis Erwin's blog. Go check it out - but before you do, answer this question in the comments:
What would you and I do in Paris if we met there?
Talk about how much better looking than Parrish I am.
Yeah I know in reality I pale in comparison to the great one, but a guy has to dream.
That's gonna be a long debate, I think. I can see both sides. Fortunately, I have two arms and can have each of you on one.
I'd get you super drunk on absinthe,force you to wear a green fairy costume and seduce you into a game of Lexulous which we would fall into so deeply that we would barely be able to notice the nearby can-can dancers, kicking their legs a mile high.
Travis, I think he prefers: The Great One.
We'd take a walk along the Seine. We'd stop at a cafe. We'd browse and browse the shelves of Shakespeare & Co. We'd do Cat's thing, in Montmartre. We'd go rollerskating on a Friday night. We'd collapse in Luxembourg Gardens after drinking and laughing too much.
We'd fall in love with her. And forget, just for a moment, that we had families or kids or any responsibilities at all.
Talk about how much better looking than Paris, you are.
I'd sink one of Asterix's strength potions and give you a piggyback up the Eiffel Tower.
Then — cafe, wine, vol au vents — and some hilarious old scrote on the piano.
Tour the art museums. Then, when we're done with all that, and our feet are sore, tour them again.
Do everything everyone else has listed, then go dance on tables.
At some point in the night, after a non-stop infusion of absinthe, you will not be sure if it is reality or a mystical hallucination but all of the people who have responded to this post will surround you in green fairy costumes and eerie bird masks and after crowning you queen of the green fairies will place you on a settee and commence dancing L'Apres-midi d'un Faun in your honor.
Drag you all over the place trying to see EVERYTHING.
And you would be photographed often and probably forced to eat more cheese than is safe.