Zis iz cooool, non?

For the entire month of August we had two planners “switch” offices with each other and we got one from our Paris office.

I looked at this as an opportunity to either try and get French people to think Americans are not so bad or be disappointed about France once again and remind them what exactly The Marshall Plan entailed before our "switcher" went back to Paris.

Luckily I think I succeeded in helping to ensure our new friend from France, Clarisse, had a good time state side. I hope she will have good things to say about the US, or at least California, to all of the protesting-marching-cigarette-smoking-black-and-white-stripe-shirt-wearing Parisians. I kid cause I love.

We were worried that she may not have ideas for things to do or see while she was in LA. As you can tell from her blog, homegirl had a butt load of crap to do and had a killer time. If you can read French, let me know if she talked any trash about me.

Siphanette and I took her to a Dodgers vs. Giants game at Chavez. Dodgers won in the 10th on a walk-off home run, 1-0. She thought it was retarded we sat around for three hours eating for one hit and the game was over. I said at least we don’t have ties and penatly kicks decide if we win the World Cup. Touché Frenchie!

Here is "Frenchie" and her very first Dodger Dog. "Zis iz cooool, non?"

Clarisse is now on her way back to France, we would have her back anytime. Aurevoir.