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Have you ever had one of those days where NOTHING seems to go right? I hopped off the plane in Paris and into a cab. I asked the cab driver to take me to an ATM so I could pay him and get cash to pay for the studio I’m renting (they asked to be paid up front). Of course my Bank of America debit card goes on fraud alert (after hopping from London to Milan), and is rendered unusable. I try my French bank account, but can’t withdraw money because my bank card has expired. Great. I figure my immediate need is to call Bank of America so I can use my debit card. My Blackberry can’t make calls in Paris, nor can my French cell phone because I put it on hiatus.  All of this is happening minutes before I’m supposed to meet up with the studio owner to hand over the cash. I manage to pull out my laptop from my bags, hop on Skype somehow, and with 20% battery and a 10 minute wait time, contact Bank of America to frantically get them to lift the fraud alert so I can pay for my cab and everything else. I get out of the cab, so excited the crisis is averted, and the landlord I’m renting from screams at me for keeping him waiting in the cold (it’s easily 45 degrees). And then, when I’m all settled, I realize a large envelope full of invites for shows that day somehow hasn’t been delivered. My name is on the mailbox of the studio, but I have no key to open it. Vive la France. Meanwhile I haven’t eaten anything save a croissant for breakfast. How’s that for a first day back in Paris? But…long story short. Sometimes you gotta fall, laugh, brush yourself off, and get back up.  Tomorrow is a new day. And next season, I’m staying in a hotel. 

Have you ever had one of those days where NOTHING seems to go right?

I hopped off the plane in Paris and into a cab. I asked the cab driver to take me to an ATM so I could pay him and get cash to pay for the studio I’m renting (they asked to be paid up front). Of course my Bank of America debit card goes on fraud alert (after hopping from London to Milan), and is rendered unusable. I try my French bank account, but can’t withdraw money because my bank card has expired. Great.

I figure my immediate need is to call Bank of America so I can use my debit card.

My Blackberry can’t make calls in Paris, nor can my French cell phone because I put it on hiatus.  All of this is happening minutes before I’m supposed to meet up with the studio owner to hand over the cash.

I manage to pull out my laptop from my bags, hop on Skype somehow, and with 20% battery and a 10 minute wait time, contact Bank of America to frantically get them to lift the fraud alert so I can pay for my cab and everything else.

I get out of the cab, so excited the crisis is averted, and the landlord I’m renting from screams at me for keeping him waiting in the cold (it’s easily 45 degrees). And then, when I’m all settled, I realize a large envelope full of invites for shows that day somehow hasn’t been delivered. My name is on the mailbox of the studio, but I have no key to open it. Vive la France.

Meanwhile I haven’t eaten anything save a croissant for breakfast.

How’s that for a first day back in Paris?

But…long story short. Sometimes you gotta fall, laugh, brush yourself off, and get back up.  Tomorrow is a new day. And next season, I’m staying in a hotel. 

Posted: Tue March 1st, 2011 at 5:39pm
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