Paris Wins!

Same Day...Later that Evening

 I had my entire strategy planned.  I would feed Scott a wonderful dinner, and then explain to him that I just HAD to go to Paris.  This plan fell apart however, because I never got to the kitchen.  I was so busy reading, planning, and dreaming, that the time flew.  When I heard the garage open later that evening, my heart skipped a beat.  

This was it...

I was poised on the couch with my laptop, when he came in.  I was going to play it cool, let him change clothes and unwind, before the big presentation.  He walked in to say hi, briefcase still in hand, and with one look at my face, he KNEW something was up.  He smiled, and laughed nervously.

”What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Listen, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re up to something. What is it?”

Okay. Call me crazy, (it’s been done before) but it was like I had an out of body experience.  I immediately broke into tears.  This was not part of the plan, tears have never moved my husband.  He just stared at me with mouth open, as I blubbered my way through.  I probably went on for about 5 minutes explaining my reasoning, airfare, apartment rental, etc, when he just looked at me very deadpan, and said, 

“Cancel the cruise, and book it.”

It was as simple as that.

Once Scott makes a decision, he moves very quickly. Once I make a decision, I second guess myself. Within a few minutes, he was processing flights on the Internet.  I began to panic.  Yes, I wanted to go, but now things were moving at lightening speed.  Fear began to rear it’s ugly head.

Within 2 days, we had the flights booked, an apartment rented, and deposits made.  How strange to see “Moulin Rouge” show up on my Visa bill.  That was the actual name of the transaction used to pay for the apartment.   The name of the area we chose to stay in is called Montmartre. 

Honestly, we chose that area because it was cheaper than others.  We had absolutely no idea what we were in for. This was a classic case of 'the blind leading the blind'. 

{Note: The last time I had chosen lodging off the Internet, it was a disaster.  I chose a hotel in Puerto Rico, from a 2x2 in. photo online. That night, as we leisurely ate dinner downstairs, our room was robbed of all our suitcases. Obviously, my track record wasn't very good...}