Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
Today, was about dimensions-heights, increasing widths, and depths. The increasing widths will come from the French cuisine with today featuring all French foods appropriated for 70s key parties including crepes, quiche, French Onion Soup, Croquet Monseuirre, and Creme Brûlée. We only missed fondue, which like in “This Is Us’s” crockpot likely caused a few fromage flare ups. The creme brûlée was so awesome that instead of having a nightmare of falling through the ice to my death, I have a new fantasy of being in a giant vat and eating my way up before breaking through the caramelized surface. As for heights, we climbed to the top of the Arc De Triumph, which truly is a triumph for claustrophobic asthmatics. For those of you who think Scott has shrunken and is now living in my nautilus necklace, it’s actually the nauseating spiral staircases built for the height of its Commissioner, Napoleon. Our next height took us to the top of the Eiffel Tower for a guided tour with other Americans. Here’s where we hit our depth, as the former Cash Cab King and Queen, answered every question posed to the group by our tour guide on French history, architecture, and art. Despite the depth of our knowledge, we won nothing but the disdain of our fellow Americans, who couldn’t tell a French fry from a pomme frite. We ended the day storming Bastille to the Place de Vosges. I’m just thinking from inside the box when planning tomorrow, but from these dimensions of height x width x depth, I’m prepared to see Picasso’s cubism tomorrow and perhaps an annoying mime getting out of an imaginary box.
Rubber Chicken 