Kippy and I rehearsed... Bonjour, Monsieur. Je m'appelle Margaret. Je reste avec Jerome et Kristina. Je voudrais quatre salades, s'il vous plait. And then of course Merci boucoup. Piece of cake, right? Only I was completely thrown off when it turned out to be a woman who waited on me and then pointed to 4 different kinds of lettuce and asked which I preferred. I was not prepared to make any decisions. I was only prepared to repeat a script, which I blundered through with a lot of tee hees and goofy looks. And upon returning to Kippy's I realized I forgot to say s'il vous plait. I think the message here is that I need to stay in France longer so I can become comfortable with the language.
Freshly cut flowers are in every bedroom. By the end of this afternoon everybody will have arrived. After dinner tonight we'll go to the studio and I'll do a demo. They should all be exhausted by then.