The Good Girl Gone Blog

I arrived in Geneva at around 11:30 and Thibault was there in the airport waiting for me. As soon as I saw him I couldn't stop smiling. I ran over and gave him a big hug and he lifted me in the air and kissed my forehead. We  left the airport, hand in  hand, and took a little tour of Geneva. Unfortunately, the weather, which had been 70 degrees and sunny just the day before my arrival, decided to act up all weekend. It definitely put a damper on our plans and my phot0s (that was for you, Acc), but I still had an amazing time.

Here are a few pictures from Geneva:

Apparently, my need to stop and say hi to all kinds of birds isn't strange. Thibault thinks it's cute. I think he's a winner!

Swiss "puzzle piece" trees. Dad/Sophie, you know what I'm talking about.

Yup, this IS a new red coat. I'm calling it my "in between coat" because it's mid-weight. Unfortunately, it has no pockets.

Even though the weather was really yucky, I am excited to say i saw not one, but FIVE rainbows in just one day. I've always thought of rainbows as very special, so it was a great way to start the trip.

I have a ton more Geneva pictures to post, plus a bunch from Neuchatel, but you'll have to be satisfied with these for today. If you're celebrating, have a wonderful passover!

I just consumed almost an entire bag of popcorn to soak up the glass of champagne I had earlier this evening. I manned the cloak room at the charity event, saw tons of Chelsea "footballers" that I didn't recognize (I'm American, give me a break) and watched tons of cute kids snapping pictures with their favorite players.

I'm so sleepy, but I need to pack for Switzerland. Gosh, I need this trip. Today was verrrrrry long!

Have a great weekend everyone :)

You'd be crazy to say that any job was absolutely perfect. Clearly, all jobs, especially internships, have their perks as well as their not so fun aspects.

Here's a bit of the grit and glamor of my internship:

Glamor: I make daily trips to Vogue House. (Also, whenever I think of the phrase "Vogue House," I immediately hear Ludacris singing "Roll out.")

Grit: I typically go to the loading area in the back of the building. It's not all that glitzy.

Glamor: I once Randomly stumbled upon a Harvey Nichols event in the park where I eat lunch. Oh yeah, Samantha Ronson was DJing

Grit: Today I Carried a full-size, naked manikin across a major street and got loads of stares. Thank goodness for the help of fellow intern, Vicky, who admitted she felt slightly uncomfortable holding the manikin between its legs.

Glamor: I once spotted a dog with a pink dipped tail on my lunch break. (He was hanging with his owner at the Harvey Nichols event.)

Grit: The elevator broke and we had to carry an entire showroom's worth of clothing down 4 flights of stairs. Thankfully, almost the entire press team, not just the interns, took part in this gruesome task and the lift was eventually fixed.

Glamor: I get to help out at a major charity event tomorrow night- I'm in charge of handing out goody bags.

It's always good to end on a positive note :)

Today was another long day at work- we're prepping for our press day on Friday, so we had to completely empty all of the showrooms in order to bring in new stock. It involved a lot of lifting, cutting tape, making boxes and putting clothes in plastic suit covers. Though I'm not sore yet, I know by tomorrow my arms will be aching.

But, although I'm a bit grumbley from a hard day at work, there's one thing that's making me smile. It's just three days away and I can't stop thinking about it. You see, on Friday, I'm doing something very exciting: I'm packing up some clothes, my camera, and hopefully my amazing French vocabulary skills (ha) and heading to Switzerland to meet up with Thibault!

Yes, you heard me. I'm going to Switzerland to spend the weekend with Thibault and his family. I couldn't be more excited. He's been back home in Switzerland since Friday in order to take some tests for his upcoming (mandatory) army service. He's promised me loads of fondue, amazing wine and of course, delicious chocolate. He's going to show me the lake where he swims during the summer and introduce me to some of his friends.

It's going to be an amazing weekend and a much needed break.

Sigh. I am a lucky girl.

Thankfully, my boss let me off of work an hour early, which gave me just enough time to throw on my dress and paint my toes and do my makeup while Maria did my hair. The look was perfect- it was exactly what I was going for.

A million thank yous to Maria for her hair expertise. Somehow, she managed to interpret my vague description and made my hair look amazing....for free!

She also snapped these photos quickly before I left:

Dress- FCUK, shoes- Monsoon, feather hairpiece- Primark, earrings- gift from parents

Thibault was the perfect gentleman- he showed up at my door dressed in a tux and holding flowers. Because Maria did not let me leave the house with a coat, Thibault let me wear his and I'm sure I looked ridiculous. The Tube ride was slightly uncomfortable, because people kept looking at us...you don't often see people dressed in black tie taking public transportation.

I stole the above photo from one of Thibault's friends. I think it's pretty perfect.

The night was full of champagne, awards, music and yummy food. I really enjoyed hanging out with a bunch of Thibault's friends who I'd met at a previous lifesaving event. One of the girls yelled at the waiter because he stole one of our wine bottles and gave it to another table. It was pretty funny, but also ridiculously rude, especially when a boy at the other table triumphantly thumped the empty wine bottle back on our table.

The funniest moment of the evening was when Thibault pulled me aside, lifted up the bottom corner of his tux jacket and exclaimed:

"I think I put my belt on backwards."

He was referring to his cumber-bun (ok fine, CUMMERBUND, thanks mom), a word he only learned after I laughed at him and told him that yes, he had put his "belt" on backwards. In all fairness, it was the first time he'd worn a tux, so it was all very new to him. He only realized his mistake after seeing a different friend whose "belt" was worn correctly.

What a fun night :)

Yesterday, I received some news that was particularly hard for me to digest. Though I won't go in to detail, it is family related and involves someone very important to me.

When I first heard the news, I burst into tears. I tried to explain my feelings to my roommate, but it was hard to put them into words. I IMed Thibault and told him I was crying, and he immediately offered to come over to be with me, to sit with me while I cried and to attempt to make me feel better.

As I waited for him on the front steps of my building, I thought about how lucky I am to have met a boy who would drop everything when I needed him. Sure, he doesn't always understand the things that are bothering me (blame it on his gender, or the large cultural divide), but he has figured out the things that make me happy.

After holding me in his arms and letting me cry for a few minutes, he told me to get my coat so that we could walk around the park. He then said we had two options: to sit on the first bench we came across, or to go to the pond with all of the ducks. I chose the latter.

We sat by the pond for a while, I did most of the talking, and soon I was feeling a little better. For some reason, watching those birds was enough to calm me down. After a while I was even laughing at the ducks and swans.

I made a batch of brownies when I returned to my flat, and Thibault stayed with me until I fell asleep...during an episode of Chuck. While I'm still upset about my family issue, a part of me is happy. Love is a complicated thing and I know it's going to be difficult to leave him in a month. Still, if this is what love feels like, then I'm glad I've finally experienced it. I am a lucky girl.