That 'Main Topic'

August in Paris was known as la morte-saison, "the dead season", because everybody who could possibly vacate did so as quickly as possible.
-Julia Child
"My Life In France"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 30, 1985
Friday

I gave Paloma a call this morning at her job. She is so sweet. It will be so much fun. I can’t wait to get to Paris. It’s getting closer and closer. She seems very excited that I am coming. I hope she’ll understand that I can’t marry her…at least not on this trip.
Paloma said, “I may have to work. My boss doesn’t get back until the first of September.”
I guess she works at some gift shop in Paris. I am anxious to see exactly how it is there in France. Paloma seems to think it’s no big deal about coming to Paris. It really is a big deal for me.

The office made a Bon Voyage celebration deal for Ryan Hargrave because he’s going to be gone for a month. Maybe it was silly for me to plan a trip to Paris for only two weeks. I think it will be more than enough time though. I bet I will want to stay longer. I’m sure I will yearn for a return visit.
Paloma exclaimed, “I will take you to my gym where all of the pro-bodybuilders work out.”
That’s intimidating. The last two times we spoke on the phone she never once mentioned anything about that ‘main topic’ I told her about.

Work flew by. I have all of these people that I have to buy gifts and things (earrings, T-shirts, etc.).

Rachelle says, “Heidi may not be able to go to the WHAM concert after all.”
Hell. Time will tell, I guess.

I did not go to the gym tonight. Instead, I did some aerobics and went for my first jog to the Bay Farm Island Bridge. I liked the run. I may continue with running after an aerobics routine.

Helen, my sis-in-law, finally came over. She brought over some garlic bread, stuffed zucchini and spaghetti. Needless to say, my tummy was very full. I believe I was full because after my workout I was so darn thirsty that I drank an excessive amount of juice and water (before the meal).

Helen and I watched “Angel My Love”, a dumb movie about gypsies. The little boy on the movie was a real brat. The movie wasn’t so great but the second movie we watched called “EatingRaoul” was kind of funny. We enjoyed it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3N5l-URMJw 

Helen left at 2 o’clock and I went to bed after a quick shower.

The more I learned the more I realized how very much one has to know before one is 'in-the-know' at all.
-Julia Child
"My Life In France"