As if to say, "Lets Do This!"

Ross here, I know I know its been too long and for that I apologize. I have had no phone access or time to sit at a computer for the last week so I will try to do better from here on out. Times are tough. But because I love you all equally, I felt that in order to keep you all posted on the latest and greatest fashions from Paris, I would start a BLOG. Rossleboss.blogspot.com. Like that one don’t you? I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, but I’m excited for us all to explore this new frontier together.

So as expected, once I left Texas, things began to fall apart. We arrived in Chicago to catch our connecting flight to Paris at 6:00 p.m. and it was delayed; first until 7, then 7:30, and then 8:15 and we were finally on the plane…but going nowhere. I had had a few drinks in the airport just to make sure the beer tasted ok in Chicago and also to help all those muscle relaxers kick in quicker, but I was quickly losing my buzz. Just kidding, but seriously. So to get to the point we sat on a parked plane for another 3 and a half hours with no food or drink before they finally let us off and sent us all to our respective hotels. I know you are thinking to yourself, “Oh man, I bet Ross was raising hell on the plane” but luckily for the flight crew, and even surprising to me, I remained calm throughout the ordeal.

The following day we were off to Paris at 4:30 p.m. sitting next to the craziest she-devil I have ever met in my life, but entertaining to say the least. Abigail called herself an artist but I would lean more towards a single woman in her late 50’s that enjoys a nice acid trip every once in awhile and putting her makeup on in the dark using a paint roller…Anyways, we arrived in Paris at 7:30 a.m. local time and had to go straight to work. Graham and I mounted our new California Beach Crusiers and were off to learn our way around the city. We were lost 10 minutes later.

Our first 6 days were about 16 hours each and full of museum visits and a total of 10 4-5 hour tours around the city; baptism by fire if you will. Meanwhile, we were staying in a hostel/hotel each night trying to find a place to live in what little spare time we had. We looked at a few ‘flats’ or studio places for the two of us that were absolutely tiny and kept an ear open to see what the other guides were finding. Graham and I now live with 4 girls. Shocking I know, but to be honest, the place they found was just too nice not to live in. The timing and the price were just too special so we hopped on board. Hopefully, I can have a little rundown of the roommates included in the BLOG sometime soon, a profile page if you will. The joke around the shop is that it’s the Real World Paris house, and its pretty spot on. Ross, Graham, Maggie, Carolyn, Emily and Eliza. 4 girls, 2 guys, 1 shower, 1 shitter, and one amazing city to dominate. Should be an interesting season.

So the job itself has a feel of like a summer camp counselor, very laid back as you can imagine. We are all in or around the shop all day and see each other throughout the city giving our tours. The people of Paris all know exactly who we are and hate us with a passion. We pretty much make up our own traffic laws and they can’t stand it. Lots of horns honking and fingers out the windows,,, lots. The people on the tours are usually great though and we have fun with it. Parisians are silly aren’t they!!!

I want to take this opportunity to give out an open invitation to anyone that is thinking about traveling in the near future to come to Paris. I have room for you and know way more about the city than you do, but I am willing to share both. So quickly add this link to your favorites and try and keep up. Once I master this whole BLOG thing I promise to add pictures and my keep you posted on my best stories. You will all be dying to come visit I’m sure

So to wrap up this inaugural installment of the life of a tour guide, life is great and I hope the same for all of you. No matter if you are reading this from your comfy living room couch, your new frat pad, or your nice new respective cubicle, know that everyday at work when I look up at the Eiffel Tower or down the Seine River I am thinking of you.

Au Revoir, Perge!, Lookin Sharp, Heavy, Special, With Love,