I've been itching to go on vacation. Anderson Cooper's blue eyes plead for me to come see him in New Orleans. Vegas calls me. And God bless Gary, he's been making noises like Paris wouldn't kill him. He even said he was getting excited about going.
Of course, we have to use the Gary decision-making method to pick the Paris hotel, and if you recall the Honda Fit decision, that involves looking at every negative and seeing if you can talk yourself out of every option. So,with our list of finalist hotels I went to Trip Advisor, blew past pages of rave reviews, muttering "Great" "love it," "A gem" until I hit the first complaint. So now our list looks like this:
Hilton Arc de Triomphe. $XXX USD. Too far from cheese.
Hôtel San Régis. $XXX USD. Attitude.
Park Hyatt Paris-Vendôme. $X,XXX USD(!) Waitress hardly looked at me while serving my afternoon champagne.
Hôtel Le Bristol. $XXX USD. Recent homicide.
You'll notice Gary is off his chain hotel kick, thank God, especially since the Marriot was $XXX USD, Witnessed two beatings outside.
Gary now wants something directly on the Champs Elysee, (not the Marriot De La Recent Beatings) and that made it difficult. He needed to see how far half a block off the Champs is. So we got to Google maps and used the street level feature, where you double-click to scan through photos of the street at eye-level view. We "drove" from the Louvre to the Arc de Triomphe. Saw a lot of Smart Cars! And now we know how to dress.
Sadly, we discovered that just about half an hour ago and it it past bedtime now. But tomorrow, we drive through the streets of Paris in search of whores and cheese.