At the ripe old age of 36, it’s a rare and beautiful thing to have best friends who knew you when you wore braces and got drunk off half a wine cooler. But to have those best friends travel thousands of miles to visit you in Paris? For a long weekend of eating, drinking, shopping, exploring and laughing like schoolgirls? It’s extraordinary. And cool.
AJ, after a quick stint in her Milan office, arrived today. Hooray! Julie, Mer and Elisa arrive tomorrow. Hip hip! Words can’t even describe how excited I am. J’ai tres haute.