“You’re driving in Paris? That’s courageous!”

So the flight to Paris was amazing. Of course, I indulged in a bit of melatonin to help me along. Apparently, I woke up for the in-flight dinner, which consisted of microwaved chicken. I expressed to Timothy how it was the most DELCIIOUS meal I had ever eaten, and surrounding passengers let Timothy know how he was “so lucky” because I was such a “cheap date.” Thanks, Europe.

My delicious plane meal. 

Apparently, I REALLY loved this dinner.

Now we’re at the Paris airport. One hour after we arrived, the suitcases start coming out. I joke with Timothy, “Mine will likely be last.” Thirty minutes later, my bag is nowhere in sight. Check with the airport, and yup, it’s missing. Typical. There was no “merci beau coup” coming out of my mouth. 

Fortunately, the airport personnel gave me a 150 EURO voucher to “buy anything I needed” while my bags were being located. Thank you, Paris airport, for this generous donation. 150 EUROS for, potentially, 6 weeks of clothing is totally legit.

I was very sad that my bags were lost. 

So here I am in Paris, France, with a pair of white jeans, a "comfortable," in-flight red blouse, CANARY yellow Toms, and a messenger bag. Is this the Carrie Bradshaw outfit I had planned for Paris? Absolutely not. What do you do when Paris loses your baggage, and you’re stuck with the outfit you wore on a plane for 24 hours? Borrow your boyfriend’s clothes, of course. Does it matter he's at least 2 sizes bigger than me? Nope. This is Paris, baby. 

Not to get all fashionista on you, but I’m going to the #1 club in Paris this evening in white pants, a J.Crew men’s button up, and a Men’s corduroy jacket. I see this as Paris itself, challenging me to have the most fabulous, the most fun time ever, in the greatest city in the world, in men's clothing. 

Challenge accepted, Paris. Stay tuned.