and so it’s settled.  headed with the brit to the UK for the new year.  london on the actual night, and her hometown of portsmouth for the rest of it.  i’m stupidly excited, of course.  she had wanted to ask me for a bit, but claimed she couldn’t gather up the confidence. 

maisie has a friend from home visiting this week - tom, a who seems to be a great guy - and we saw the grafitti exhibit at the cartier foundation today.  last night, us three and another friend hung around her cute little apartment in the 7th and decided, after chocolate pudding cups and a little corsican wine (corsica…), that we’d march over to the eiffel tower just for fun.

we got home late and headed to bed, and maisie valiantly offered to share the floor with me.  i skipped my french class this morning for literally no other reason than how nice it felt to be cuddled up with her, even if my ribs are still sore from it.  we just laid there, and i could’ve died from so simple a pleasure.  i don’t think life offers many better things than pretty girls who make you coffee when you’ve run out into a drizzly paris afternoon, armed with some shoddy french, to get a pain au chocolat or two.