Monsieur le Maire (the Mayor)/TMI

We had an opportunity on Saturday to meet the mayor of Gif-sur-Yvette.  He was giving a bus tour of the city for all of the newcomers, like us.  Isn't that nice?

Disclaimer:  Many of you might think that the following story contains TMI (too much information) and you are right.  It's just that I haven't updated this blog in awhile, and this is a pretty funny story.

While Jackie and Tony were here visiting with us, we ate out a lot.  Wining and dining.  Cocktails.  Fun!  Normally, I have a cast iron stomach, and I am as regular as a German train, Swiss watch, or something else that is really regular.  Insert your own metaphor simile here.  Let's just say, the situation was not normal.  That being the case, for a couple of days after they left town, I ate a lot of prunes.  With no result.

The day of the bus tour, I went out for lunch with Gaius at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant.  I dipped into that spicy sauce they gave us with our "eggrolls" many, many times.  It was very spicy and very good. Then, immediately following that, Christopher got the bright idea for us to go out for espresso right before the bus tour.

So, we drank our coffee.  We got our seats on the bus, ready for the tour of Gif.  The mayor gets up in front of everyone and (in French) says "This will be a two hour bus tour.  There is no bathroom on board.  We will not be making any stops."  He didn't actually say that, but that was the general message as I understood it.  I can confirm that there was no bathroom on board.  I looked over my shoulder to check for one at least five times.  All of a sudden, the prunes, the Vietnamese hot sauce and the espresso made a great big lurching sound in my stomach.  I was a little worried.

I waited for the mayor to stop and take a breath.  I grabbed Gaius by the arm and made motions that should have indicated to everyone that I was getting off the bus with my kid because there was no way GAIUS could handle sitting on a two hour bus ride.

Then, we came back two hours later to pick up Christopher and we all headed to the cocktail party which followed the bus tour.  That's when we met the Mayor.  :)

Monsieur le Maire and Christophe

Gaius loves cocktail parties

I should also say that the mayor remembered me as the one who left the bus.  He said, "You're back!"  He also mentioned something about it being understandable that Gaius was not able to handle sitting on the bus for so long.  If it weren't for this post, my reputation would be intact (in tact).  I hate bathroom humor.

à bientôt!