Paris post is currently under construction. I apologize for the the inconvenience, but for the sake of posting, and being that I’m in a time crunch, here’s a random photo and a (rambling) caption:

You might say the level of disarray of our house’s dining / common room in the morning is a good indication of the amount of “fun” had the night before. Clearly, this night a couple weeks ago didn’t disappoint. The picture really doesn’t do the scene justice, and I am still slightly confused as to why someone thought it a good idea to collect shrubbery and soil in a bucket for a centerpiece in the fist place. (See the dirt and leaves all over the table?)

My house is mysterious in other ways, as well. For instance, who stole my unopened bottle of cachaça out of the fridge last Thursday? I’m going to get to the bottom of that one…