I think there should be a limit on how many stupid things that can happen to one person in a certain time period. When Quinn was here I stepped on the wrong place on an escalator, got my new black boot heel stuck and ripped it off. Not only did it rip off it fell down into the escalator and jammed it, so I couldn’t get the heel back. Then last night, amidst our St Patty’s Day celebration, I got out of a taxi and accidentally left my purse in it. I had my wallet/handbag (which is usually the only thing I carry) in my hand from paying the driver, so I didn’t lose my credit cards or anything. But I was holding Wes’s wallet and cell phone in my purse, so I lost all of his stuff, including his favorite Coach wallet that can’t be replaced until we go back to America. I think that actually makes it a worse tragedy, because the only inconvenience I caused myself was the loss of my keys and a really cute bag. I ask myself, “Why do these things always happen to me?” and the only answer I have arrived at is that people have been telling me the truth all these years when they said I was a moron. I should place orange cones around myself to caution others of the weird happenings that are sure to occur in my presence. Besides this trauma, we had a pretty good time celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. Wes and I went to dinner a couple of blocks from my apartment in this small little bakery on Rue Mouffetard, where we were the only customers…..until this gorgeous woman walked in and sat down behind me, who happened to be Cheryl Tiegs (huge model from the 70’s). She still looks as perfect as ever, and Wes and I felt very lucky to be in her presence. Every conversation of the night began with this bit of info. So another weekend gone by in good ole Paris. C’est la vie.