I’ve taken Carrie Bradshaw’s lead and decided to fly to Paris tonight. Posting will be minimal over the next week or so, but there could be a few surprises. I’ve been practicing some key French phrases:
“Would you stop spitting on me while you’re talking!”
“Voulez-vous cesser de me cracher dessus pendant que vous parlez!”
(voo – lay voo se – say de me cra – shay de – su pen – dan que voo parl – ay)
“Reality and you don’t get on, do they?”
“Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n’est-ce pas?”
(le ree – al – ee – tay eh twa voo ne voo zen – ten – day pah nes pah)
“You’ve got a face that would blow off manhole covers”
“T’as une tête a faire sauter les plaques d’egouts!”
(ta zoon tait a fair saw – teh leh plahk de – goo)
“Are you drunk?”
“Est-ce que vous êtes ivre?”
(es – ke voo zet eevr)
Hopefully I won’t have to use any of them.
