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Sometimes you've just got to grab the bull by the balls

Seriously. You'd think that arranging a trip the likes of ours would be a piece of cake. That travel agents would grab at the chance to book us.

Apparently not. Apparently nobody seems to know where to stay in Paris, and unless they're getting a rather substantial cut of an airline fare, they don't look for good deals.

This is a fact which has upset G.G. and caused a series of events to begin that include but certainly aren't all inclusive:

We bitch and carry on and then do what we (probably) should have done in the first place, which is to do our research on our damned flights and book 'em. Period.

There are hops and there are variables, but if you're a travel agent, aren't you supposed to take that in stride? I mean, what the hell else do you do all day but figure out options for your clients??? That's your frickin' job.

We decide if we want to go through Boston or NYC, then choose. Just make a decision, and book.

We concoct a meal that supports this enormous output of emotional and intellectual energy- grilled marinated ribeyes, caprese salads, grilled peppers from the garden, and a bottle of J. Lohr cab.

And then we just push our sleeves up and make it work.

It's the modern day grab the bull by the balls scenario. Sometimes the middle man? Totally overrated.

[Update: We're booked!!!! We have tickets to NYC, Paris, Abu Dhabi and back. Hell yes!! More...as details surface! ]

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