I once thought it would be hard to create an alternate identity. That if the moment came and I needed to be a different person, I would fail. The words would pour out of my mouth like the last drops of syrup from an Aunt Jemima bottle. However, recently I proved myself wrong. A chance arose to instantaneously create a nez personality and I rose to the challenge...

Enjoy a nice brew with some chums the other night, we were suddenly approached by three non-dashing Frenchmen. We didn't really feel like extending our American greetings or chatting it up in Fransay, but they were very intenting on getting to know us fine ladies, how could the not? So it came the moment they talked to us. My palms were sweaty, my knees knocked with force of a ThighMaster. Then I did it. I busted out with: "'Ello, my name's Susie. I'm from Spotsborough." Mission accomplished. From then on out, in my brief conversation, Susie from Spotsborough, England enjoyed trying to avoid a conversation with three very conversationally forward Frenchies. Triumph and success were mine that evening.

Royal ponies

As I ambled through the Jardins du Luxembourg along side Shana and Jillian we suddenly come across a magnificent find. In the somewhat warm for January weather, we spy a blast from the past. Images of carnivals from days of old pass in front of us. We are suddenly in the presence of four magnificent beasts...three ponies and one glorious donkey. The prices are posted on the tree yet for us, as three young ladies, the cost in more than for the youngins. We each pay our debt then, with aid of the strong, virile man (really just a guy in a windbreaker), mount our steed. I clamber onto a picturesque being...a large gray donkey. I swiftly baptize this ideallic beauty, Napoleon. Shana and Jillian both ascend two brown ponies which they each christen Brett and Duke respectively. We're lead by an unfriendly and terribly impersonable (if that wasn't a word, it now is) woman. Sauntering down the way, we breath in the fresh stench of pony and donkey, while we exchange feelings of royalty. Suddenly, we are swept into a world of palaces and kings and court ladies. Everyone around laughs as we pass but we know they're all saying in their heart of hearts "i've always wondered what it'd be like to hop on a donkey." Maybe the rides a little bump and lopsided, a donkey's natureal scent isn't rose, but man what a thrill to see the world from 3 inches higher than I normally do. The ride may have lasted 3 minutes, but the glory will last forever.