Or back in the States(?), and wearing pink, whichever comes first.
I'm working on the trip review post, but guarantee it will suck (almost as much as I do).
In the interim, here's a bit of conversation I recently had with a work colleague (WC, not the closet, Jesus, pull your head out of your ass):
Lord F: I would very much like to visit France at some point.
WC: France isn't a country, it's a restaurant.