A bizarre dream in which trying to keep my pants up proved to be a mistake, which I knew was the case even though people said it was okay. Then I saw Alex Trebek coming down the aisle towards me and I strained not to insult him, though I probably should have given that he stole my croissant.

    Oh wait, that wasn't a dream at all, that was the summary of my voyage to France last week.

    My belt set off two metal detectors and got me the long search (thankfully, not the strip search). Eventually, I wised up and took my belt off before going through security. But then when I began to do so at a French terminal, they told me not to bother because it wouldn't set anything off. Naturally, it did, and I got the long search again.

    Then on the flight I saw a man who looked like an older Alex Trebek. I was amused, and even moreso once he ended up sitting next to me. The faux Trebek turned out to be a French Air Force pilot with 15 years of service, and I valiantly restrained myself from commenting on the French military prowess. I settled for telling him that he reminded me of Alex Trebek.

    When lunch came around, he was served the last chocolate croissant, and I was stuck with inferior pastry. This was even more irritating because on the first leg of the trip, my brother (who was sitting on my right instead of my left) had gotten the last chicken, leaving me with fish for dinner, which as we all know from Airplane! is a terrible idea.

    Then I got to France and spent a week in the Alps seeing old French cities, mountains, forts, and of course, Frenchmen. It was about what you'd expect from France.

    Yay for cheese!