First: thanks to each of you for all your birthday cheer. Choire managed to make me howl (I am NOT cracked out in that birthday photo!), and each of you make my sunny heart all warm and fuzzy like month old bread in the sun.

Maintnent:
Goddamn, li’l Ariel has found herself in paradise yet again. It is gorgeously sunny in Bandol, and I’m going to spend my second day in a row baking my ass on the beach in the Mediterranean sun. No really. This is my life today.

My birthday was fantastic: lots of sweety sweet emails from friends across the world, including one from Andreas, Megasoul, and Amanda, who all got together for my birthday dinner in Los Angeles…even if I wasn’t there with them. Say it with me: awwww…

I spent my birthday evening eating dinner on a veranda in La Ciotat with T., Antoine and his girlfriend, and three fabulous gay men. We had a great time (I’ll upload photos when I return to Paris Sunday), and we even did a little language trade: I taught them the word “dildo” in exchange for the french term for “fag hag”: fille a pede. HA! What fun we had. We listened to Kylie Minogue, Shakira, and Dimitri from Paris. Gay icons are gay icons across the world.

My time at this little internet cafe is almost up, and the beach calls. sigh. C’est paradise!