The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

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Does anyone else get pictures of a bunch of, shall we say...loose women under the "meet people from your area" column" on their home page when they sign in or is that just because I live in Paris?

I was poking around My Space and I ran into a lot of familiar but forgotten faces. And as I read all of the publicity materials that people put on their profiles, I began to feel, well, less special. Am I the last person who has yet to define their career path? Or that is still wandering around completely confused? Is the quarter-life crisis a thing of the past? I still feel as though I am in the middle of mine and it is true that the path I have chosen has slowed my progress a bit. But damn! Who knew that people I always had a little bit of disdain for (although I would NEVER admit that...) are doing such interesting things. In any case, I feel as though I need to step it up a bit. Nothing like a little My Space competition to get the creative juices flowing...

So, I thought that Christophe deserved another link so that you can see why all of France loves him and why he is going to be a mega-star--at least in the world of Mandounette.

See him sing the one true French punk song "ça plane pour moi"

I particularly like the audience members that resemble John Waters characters.

Is it because of the increased amounts of sunshine? Or the bliss of the honeymoon phase? Or a new PAID professional activity that has me writing about musical works for a 32-piece washing machine orchestra and getting invitations to movie premieres? Is it reading a classic of self-help literature? Or riding my bike everywhere instead of being squeezed into the Parisian metro at rush hour? Or the anticipation of a Saturday spent speed-sailing and gambling on the beach at Deauville? The promise of working papers at the end of July? Or Christophe, the Napoleon Dynamitish favorite on French Idol? Massage residue from the Coconut Spa experience in the Maldives?

Whatever is happening to me has thrown a wrench into my usual Parisian sourness, making that time of the month a cause for rejoice instead of retreat and depression. Real life has blossomed again and the drudgery of wedding planning and uncertainty seem to have left little trauma on my spirit. And so I welcome myself back into the land of the living.

Six weird things about myself...

1/ I am terrified of the telephone. Because of some McMoron who swore at me when I answered the phone and told him it was a wrong number when I was 5.

2/ I can eat a whole jar of nutella with a spoon and still want more.

3/ Ham makes me barf.

4/ Weezer is my favorite band. And yet I pride myself on my obscure and intelligent musical taste.

5/ Goat cheese is the enemy. I have this horrid vision of some shaggy Greek peasant boy with pre-mature facial hair lovingly squeezing the teet of his she-goat with his index fing and thumb. It's not right. And the cheese smells like that boy.

6/ I wish I were becoming more like my mom.

Rules

1. If I tagged you, then please write 6 weird things about yourself on your blog and/or in my comments.

2. Pass it on to 6 more people... it's like this really cool virus

Tags (and yes, I am too lazy to put in links, just get thee to the sidebar)

1. eNinja

2. Carey

3. Sara

4. Lord Procastinator

5. KK (of 34th Street)

6. AssRay

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So, Stephane and I are working on our honeymoon photos right now, but here are photos from the American Quartet's Paris journey including plenty of wedding shots and wisecracking captions.

Sara's photos

Mollie's photos

Carey's photos

I will post the winners of the "Mandy & Stephane Wedding Week Photo Contest" once I have received all entries. AND I am still waiting on Bachelorette party photos if any one would care to share those with the bride... (please send via e-mail and not via comment for obvious hiding-from-husband reasons).

So a brief summary of the past 2 weeks' events:

- Consulted the "Green Ray" personality analysis machine at a clown cabaret
- Ate a lot of cheese
- Got too drunk at The Quiet Man, swaying to Quebecois folk music
- Got married
- Got tossed around on chairs to Klezmer music
- Drank a lot of champagne and posed for a lot of pictures
- Said goodbye to the small yet powerful American wedding contingent
- Took 10-hour flight to the Maldives
- Learned how to SCUBA dive
- Saw sharks, sea turtles, billions of fish, a sting ray the size of a carpet, a baby manta ray in the blue, and many ass rays.
- Requested "Dock of the Bay" to be sung by a three-piece Filipino mariachi band
- Read a book that I am ashamed to have read in its entirety
- Looked at the stars over the Indian Ocean and the moon shaped like a lemon
- Fell asleep on my terrasse, on stilts over the water, listening to the waves crash at the far end of the lagoon.
- Sweated a lot
- Got two massages, a facial, a pedicure and a flower aromatherapy bath (all with my HUSBAND, who had the Balinese spa girls saying "You so funny!")
- Watched a lot of movies...fell asleep watching a lot of movies...

And now we are back in Paris to start Phase 2 of the Honeymoon, in which the bride and groom lounge around in their apartment with their cat and stroll about the capital for a week, ignoring the work world around them. Tomorrow night is the honeymoon seder, Thursday we are staying at the Kube Hotel and going to the Ice Bar, Friday is pub night and Saturday is poker night. It's like being on a cruise ship!

So I must go and be romantic. Mr. Assray is back with our Honeymoon Turkish take-out.
Being married rules!