Sites and trains

I'm hanging out with Perez Hilton, the gossip blogger, and charming his socks off. He's about to hire a cadre of employees to help him run the site while he takes on various other projects. I'm applying for the animal reporter position. "You do understand that I would be writing pure snark because I'm not a huge animal fan, right? Is that OK?" I ask him. "OK??? That's PERFECT!" he said.

I'm in Paris with my parents. We're trying to get to a castle called Rouilly, which is near the Bois du Bologna. I'm getting frustrated with trying to direct them, because they don't believe in my metro navigating skills. And, unfortunately, I've left my guide book, along with the Victoria's Secret bag containing a bottle of water, a jacket and an umbrella, in another train. I was pretty sure the guidebook said the castle was only open from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Saturdays, and it's nearing noon. I manage to find some information about it on a map in the station, but just says it's open from "Atlantic time to Pacific time." Does that mean three hours? My parents decide it means all day. I have frequent freak-out fits at them. I tell my mom to remind me to call my friend Marcy that night to hang out since she lives in Paris. I'm worried I'll be too tired to call her.