Hanging with Bon Papa

This weekend is gonna be awesome; Bon Papa is coming to Paris for a little visit, and Pegs and I are stoked. Here's a breakdown of the itinerary so far:

Friday 4:00 p.m. - Pegs picks Bon Papa up at Gare du Nord.

Saturday 1:00 p.m. - Lunch at Au Petit Sud-Ouest, a restaurant specializing in foie gras.

Saturday 7:00 p.m. - Orchestral concert.

Sunday 1:00 p.m. - Lunch at Oncle Patrick's house with the whole Jaspar family.

Monday 1:00 p.m. - Lunch with Tante Boule at or near the apartment.

Ok, it may sound like the only things we have planned are eating and maybe catching a show, but that's just the stuff that we bothered to put down on the schedule. We didn't want to be locked into a timetable for everything; I mean, you can't exactly pinpoint a time for cruising with the homies and getting ink done. I'll probably get a tat of a unicorn to go with the pegasus on my left ankle. Yeah, you know it; I'm hardcore.