I Survived the Metro

I'm back from my excursion to the Parisian burbs. My first Metro experience alone was just as I expected - HOT. As I stood near the front of my car, I looked around and couldn't believe I was the only one sweating. Do these people have poor circulation or are they just freaks? How could I be so uncomfortable when others were draped with sweaters and scarves or in business suits and raincoats?

I did arrive safe and sound and on time. Chris was waiting to pick me up and drive us to the restaurant to meet his co-workers. Turns out it wasn't a birthday but rather one's going away festivities. He was moving back to the UK after a one-year stint in Paris.

In short, the puffed appetizer filled with meat, spices and sweetened with sprinkled powdered sugar was delicious. My lamb, peas and artichoke tangine dish was quite bland. The after dinner sweetened tea with mint was pleasant. The company was enjoyable. The only problem was I was starving by the time I got home.

From this, I've just finished two bowls of Chocolate Wheetos. Think of it has giant chocolate Cheerios with 36% less sugar. It hit the spot. Now, if I can only get some sleep.