Monday, November 12, 2007
sunday at a café
We had a house guest over the weekend. She is 8 (almost 9), and it was a sleepover. The three of us watched a retelling of little red riding hood, Hoodwinked. I'm not sure why children's animation does not receive more respect. I'm not sure why animation does not get more respect.
Then, despite all the halloween booty that was eaten by all of us, everyone fell asleep around 11.
The next morning our friend's mom showed up and took us all out to this café around the corner that French Panic and I had been ignoring due to the expensive looking decor. It looks pretty much what I imagine Paris cafés look like; tasteful and elegant. Our young friend chose it because instead of bread in a basket, you get a basket of little pastries.
It was a pretty nice start to a sunday where I got next to nothing I had planned done. I'm going to give up trying to get things done on the weekend.