elle s'habille en technicolor

i've spent much of the past week getting things arranged for my trip to paris in june. despite studying french language, literature, culture, and history for over 7 years, i'm afraid to death that i'll walk out of the metro and i'll have forgotten it all.

which i suppose is not as bad as my mother's reoccuring nightmare that the plane will crash into the ocean. i reminded her of the beginning of hotel new hampshire and suggested the family split up and take two separate flights. i don't think that cheered her up.