I know we've been dark over the holiday weekend and a few days after it, but you must forgive me...I was in Paris. Yeah, you have every right to be upset...and jealous.  I did miss the L.A. nightlife un petit peu, but there were some things about Paris partying that will always make me jealous:

1.  Drinking in clubs until after 5 in the am. 
2.  Drinking in the streets until...whenever you want to stop drinking in the streets. 
3.  Lack of greasy douche-bags and skeezy fauxcialites. (Well, Paris still has their share of douche-bags and fauxcialites, but they have French accents that unequivocally makes them less douche-y and less skeezy)

I did miss L.A. turntablism.  Forgive me France, I need my master mixing skills and booty shaking mash-ups. 

And now...back to work.