Today at lunch, my colleagues were joking around singing Lonesome Cowboy. You know, the old Glen Campbell hit? I didn’t say anything, but after a few minutes of it, I said, “You guys know it’s not ‘Lonesome Cowboy’, right?”. Of course, they didn’t. I explained that it was Rhinestone Cowboy, which clearly makes less sense than lonesome cowboy. “What’s a rhinestone? Why would someone be a rhinestone cowboy?”

This weekend, there’s another festival, and I’ve been looking forward to this one since I moved in. It’s the Museumsuferfest, which takes place on a street of museums a few blocks away from my apartment, along the river. I’m excited because it means reduced admission to the museums, plus food and drinks! I kind of get the feeling people don’t exactly go for the museums though.

I’ll also be preparing for Brenda and her brother’s visit next week. My first house guests!! They get in on Wednesday and we head to Paris Thursday morning for the weekend. I am SO excited. I can’t wait to get a baguette, some wine, and chill by the Seine with my friends.