"We took Spanish together, remember?"

I need to get out there and take some more photos. I have also decided that tonight's dinner will consist of bread and cheese, perhaps paired with some wine. I think I am finally completely sick of pasta (I say this now, but we all know what I'll be having for dinner tomorrow).

I ran into someone from my graduating class of high school in a little fondue restaurant (they serve wine in baby bottles- legit ones with a nipple) in Montmartre the other day. It was a weird, surreal experience to look up from our pot of molten cheese and see a familiar face. I don't think he really knew who I was right away (I mean, who doesn't want to look like they never left high school?). Or what to say to me, as any past communication between us probably either related to Spanish homework or my ex-boyfriend. I sincerely hope that there aren't people from Mendham and Chester lurking around corners all over the world, waiting just to remind me that I grew up in a bubble. A bubble filled with Ugg boots and the Dave Matthews Band. And expensive cars. And girls that will marry a man they met in college, so they can come back and raise their kids right up the street from where they grew up. Girls who can't wait for their kids to play with the kids of their high school best friends, who will also have come home to Mendham, never to leave ever again, except to go on vacation. Girls that probably have got the agendas all laid out for their future PTA meetings, knowing full well years in advance what sort of budget modifications they want. Little Susie just has to have the latest computer equipment, you know?

Also, the fondue was good.