Thursday, April 17, 2008

Notes from the Jet Lag Lounge

My very confused engines started racing at 3am, and there was nothing else to do (after last night's dishes) but finally sit down and write a blog post.

I used to brag about my immunity to jet lag. No matter in which direction I had traveled, no matter how much coffee consumed, I was somehow able to sleep on command. This talent was developed, along with many useful others, while working the graveyard shift at a Kansas diner.

That, however, is a different story, and a seemingly moot point. Because the 'Sleep Whenever' trait has reached its expiration date. I now belong to that unfortunate camp of people who find themselves awake against their will at absurd hours in the morning. The breastfeeding and menopausal, plus me.

One week is a silly amount of time in which to visit the United States. I arrived at my mother's and spent the first three days in a haze, waking up in the wee hours and sleeping again at the first sign of light. Near the end of the trip, my body adjusted. I became very briefly delightful and then boarded another plane.

Now I'm counting the minutes before I can mount a Vélib' and head over to Au Duc de la Chapelle. My sleep-deprived mind is finding poetry in the idea of pedalling to the Best Baguette in Paris as it is pulled hot from the oven.

But will Anis Bouabsa be pleased to find an American sleeping on his bakery's doorstep? There's only one way to find out...


amy said...

Hey, I was up at 3am too last night! But I had nerves and red wine to blame, not jetlag. Too bad I wasn't online.

welcome back!

Stacey said...

Again you come to glorious Kansas and don't visit me?

Le Meg said...

But I was in California, dear Stacey.

And even if I had been in Kansas, I would have assumed you to be still passed out on the Campanile after the Jayhawks big win.

Stacey said...

Doh! Didn't know your mom moved. I figured you jumped a plane just to be in the states when your Jayhawks were crowned champions of the universe.j

The Antiques Diva said...

Bonjour Le Blagueur a Paris -

Your blog has taken me on stroll down memory lane - especially the high school hair photos! Although I must say, that if you & I were to do a "big hair in our youth competition", I think I might win! I didn't use Aussie Mega growing up - the teenage-diva preferred the industrial ozone polluting canes of "Rave"!

I'm an Okie girl myself... How did you - a Kansas girl - end up living in Paris?

Sometime during this past decade, I have become a Parisian through and through. I lived in the 6eme for 5 glorious years before my husband was transferred to Amsterdam 3 years ago. Though "la vie Hollandaise" is great, I still mourn my daily croissant and baguette! Somehow "cones of fries" simply don't make an adequate carb substitute.

I've enjoyed your blog!
Good Work!

The Antiques Diva (TM)

maitresse said...

must be something in the air this week-- I've been up til absurd hours as well. so maybe your jet lag mojo isn't totally gone...