Paris Paris Paris! A tale of a hen-weekend… ( humour and self- irony required : )
Come mid-October I thought I was slowly entering hen-night infested waters – and yes I did but not on the weekend I thought…
my girls are apparently very clever and managed to plan my hen weekend without me getting the slightest suspicious… except from the fact that my 7 months pregnant friend wrote an email about coming to London just to hang out on the last weekend of October! Really? You don’t just come to London when you are 7 months pregnant to trawl oxford street and the tube so I thought I had it all figured out – I even put a note in my work diary saying ‘hen night’ – boy was I fooled!!
My husband to be then suddenly announced that he was assigned to a deal in France, working out of the Paris office- I think that was my most childish moment to date, jumping up and down screaming PARIS PARIS PARIS!! We never do the Friday-Sunday trips when he is traveling so obviously the thought of going to Paris with him – staying in hotel Costes (yes the lie was good, too good) shopping for wedding shoes, eating lunch at Chez Janou ( ba&sh sales manager Perrine’s favorite lunch hangout in the Marais) and most importantly spending some quality time together was like heaven! Anyway he says goodbye Friday morning- passport in hand, me not knowing that he is going just 10 minutes down the road to stay with our friends and not the hotel Costes in Paris… if he is that good at lying now should I be worried?
Come Saturday morning I happily jump out of bed at 6am to catch the 8am Eurostar to Paris- all groomed and ready I await my Parisian romance… I then walk into the hotel Costes, can’t find him anywhere and a slightly rude receptionist announces ‘I have no one with that name staying here’ me thinking NO he couldn’t have sent me to the wrong hotel – is he that stupid?? – Out comes a waiter suddenly announcing that he is sitting in a conference room working- I eagerly and very annoyed follow him ready for the confrontation, but in stead of him sitting there, all my friends, mom and sister are greeting me in the most beautiful private dining room – with champagne in hand! I was so overwhelmed that my first reaction was slightly nome, but I quickly got over the ‘so my perfect weekend will not be what I thought it was’ shock and enjoy a lovely lunch, gifts and tears and the most amazing weekend in Paris with me dancing on tables to ‘Christina Christina Christina’… and yes I did have time to look for shoes – they made time in the schedule : ) they know me well…
Xxx Christina
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