postcards from the edge

Bonjour! Have decided that I must find a way to spend at least a year living and working in Parhee! I have ducked into an iternet cafe just long enough to ease your withdrawal symptoms but am having considerable difficulty typing on this french keyboard.
Quick update: travelling with boys is sooo much more fun than any gal trip I have ever taken. I havent had a chance to shop because everyti,e we pass a boutique and my eyes widen, theyll say; you have 90 seconds. Its OK because Im still on a high from the Dolce and Gabbana corduroy fatigued jeans I found for 80 euros my first night here.
I almost bought a chiffon top for 169 euro yesterday but my uber practical male compânions wouldnt hear of it. "For that price you could purchase a small Cambodian child to sew one for you."
Last night we went to a fab restaurant with a group of Europeans (friends of friend who has been our evening acitivities director) and overdosed on wine and fondue. I dont want to see or hear the word fromage (cheese) for a good 24 hours. The Europeans were in awe of my sarcasm. They said they had never met an American who could get sarcasm much less delve it out so deftly. "I don't know what you mean," I deadpanned.
OK off to see the Louvre! We should hqve seen it yesterday but my friend insisted we go to a whore house instead, "It's the Moulin Rouge, it's not a brothel," he said. Then we get there and there's all these pictures of nude women dancing on stage, oh yeah, this is sooo much more high brow. So we put off seeing Louvre for whores, but we qre in France, c'est la vie.
gotta run, one last thing before I forget. this is punctuated all wrong!
my sister taught me how to say "ill have the same" when ordering after my firend provided I WILL have the same but she didnt spell it phonetically so I might as well be speaking ebonics. People have literally laughed in my face, "Stupeed Americain."