Sitting on my King size bed with my shoes off, my arm casually around my girl of 6 yearswatching Kate and Alley on TV, she tells me she doesnt love me anymore. When my ego finally caught up to my heart Good Reddens. Around Christmas I decided to grab my Hart 190s and my stylish Solomon ski boot bag and a stuffed duffel So I arrived, eventually in Gare St.Lezarre Paris, checked the equipment and called Alcohol Anonyme. ..Quelcun parle Anglais?..fortunately Stanley replied in a fluent British public school accent. I got the address to meeting that night at American Cathedral I thinkI asked him for the Metro stop..and off I went.It was quite a few years since I was a graduate student in Paris supposedly in the faculte of whatever..so I headed to Porte DOrleans where I did much of damage as a student over the course of a year..Yeah the same familiar one star hotels were still there..I opted for a room with bath down the hall.. a bigger room.. petit dejeuner included of course.Took a quick French shower headed out on the dismal winter Boulevard.I decided to walk to the meeting.. WOW what a meeting.. English speaking of courseVery sophisticatd multi national crowd, as one might expectJoe Stud..pointed out to me all the good looking honeys as if I was a blind manSome  I found out over from N.Y. models at the couture houses.. which were proximate to the Some tanned california gal with a classy chassis, very fashionably dressed maybe Dior or Givanchysaid that she was a shop aholic..and Daddy thought going to an AA meetings would help By the end of the meeting Joe Stud was her temporary sponsorsomething about trying it for 90 daysand he would teach her the steps..

Somehow I always make an impression. I always seem to have more sobriety than mostPatiently waiting to be called upon to issue my wisdom on some subject that I heard a million timesI was at my locucious bestLord I could talk the talka dazzling share. I was rewarded with this stunning creature.. a perfect 10 coming up to me after the meeting to explain some portion of the big book to herBy the end of the week we were on the night sleeper.. now THAT itself was quite a blissful experienceheading out of Paris, sharing a couchet to Grenoble with my new gorgous ski bunny with the promise of deep light powder.

I lucked out America was again chic with the Frenchthe magic word..Pepsi..at Chez du Louvre..Marcel showed us a downhill slope that starts in Francethen into Italy then back into France..incredible run.

Gabrielle of course was married..a creature like that doesnt stay singleshe said dont worry about Pierre..he will be upset..threaten to shoot you..we will have a fight..throw things..yell, scream  and cry then make upIt happens all the time..He does the same thing.. OK.....This IS France 

I was scheduled to be the key note speaker at the Sunday open speakers meeting at the English speaking Montmatre group..

At the first meeting back in the City of Light, Joe Stud suggested I leave town Pierre had threatened to shoot me while at the podium... Actually it was the polite French way of suggesting the tryst was over.

The next morning..It was cold and sleeting in Paris. I caught a cab to Gare Norde, skis and all on a train to Belgium to catch Peoples Express flight stateside..I  dont remember much about waiting in line ad infinitem.. but I do remember back in the dripping sunshine..the smell of a warm seabreeze, dressed like a Jimmy Buffet parrothead..flip flops and all..I wasnt drunk of course just suffering from jet lag.. groggy..I was asked to chair the meetingMy topic Girls Just wanna have fun..they just wanna.. After the meeting..a good looking honey..fairly new, still in her emotional stage came up to me cryingShe an attorneytelling me that my meeting was the best ever..We are NOT a Glum Lot