Lions et Tigres et Perroquets, mon dieu!

This weekend I went to a party. A costume party, I quickly learned, thanks to the pirates and parrot who walked in with us! A real, live parrot. And a David Bowie. And a Viking, French chef, and Steve Buscemi. The costumes were cool and all, but what I honestly liked best were the bottomless plates of assorted cookies. I talked with French Steve Buscemi for a spell, but the only thing I understood of his English was "My English isn't very good," which I had kind of gathered anyway. Well, he did sing me a Serge Gainsbourg song called "Elisa" (my nickname in French), which was nice. But in the end I didn't know what to do so I sort of walked away.

The parrot and I got on real well. He was especially fond of Kat, one of the friends I went with, as was his owner. But he [the parrot] had a fine time nibbling my nose. Thank goodness Suzy got a picture of that blissful, albeit fleeting moment.
Oh maaaan, look how beautiful we are together. Look how well he matches my scarf.


I'm a little jealous of Kat, cause I mean, look at her--she could be a pirate, for sure.

In other news, I told my French crush to "smell better" after he told me he was sick. Whoops!

Eiyeiyei...