killing smokes

i always preferred that expression more than "smoking kills'. i don't think i've ever been more of a smoker in my life. parisian life does not include not smoking.

so for awhile i've been crushing on jens lekman, a singer from sweden with a delicious voice. last night i went to his show at the mains d'oeuvres in paris. he played an excellent set, but because he is so damn irresistable he decided to quit the stage and sing for private requests in the cafe...but the managers would have none of that. so meg&i invited him to play a set at her new empty loft in montmartre. there is no electricity just yet, but jens & i agreed that a few spirits would warm us up. he said that he had to pass by his hotel first, and convince his driver to drop him off. i gave him my number and then to meet up with damien at a bar...an underground loud place with no cell service. jens called. i got his message two hours later. essentially, i stood him up. ha ha ha. it would have been too good to be true anyways. but you do have to admit that he is one pretty boy:



thus is the latest news from gay paree.

i miss you's.