So, as i am en route on the Hawker to Pisa (Viareggio) to see The Mangusta once again, this morning ‘he’ made the official announcement that he makes a pipi when he takes off on private aircrafts. As the wise prophet Dick Newberg, my dyaddy says ‘better be posed off than pissed on’. Wow, how applicable! Paris was wonderous really!! Anna and i had a blast. I tried new things with her that i had not done before as an adult, like walk to the Eiffel tower at midnight and stand underneath as it completely went light crazy and began gleaming. It was very special to be with a girl i love so much. I also had a surprise run in with my step son yesterday. Wanna talk about uncomfortable? And I’m SO not a nervous woman! Whatever i guess that’s life and a result of decisions i make, poor or not. Also yesterday, i hit up my favorite vintag shop where i walked away with some real scores including a Chanel jacket, Vintage Lanvin cocktail dress, and 2hermes dresses, one from the 60s and one from te 70s. Ouiiii. Patrice and Lydia own the shop and die for me, every time i go to Paris, i shop with them! It’s called eteme something and off the st honore, sandwiched between Lancel near the champs and the st honore OUI! A spot i found SO many years ago and it’s a obligation for me to return every time and spend, but it makes me happy, ce la vie! Anna also ot a 1960 Hermes day gown, truly wow aswell. Sooo that’s the myriad shopping adventres of moi this trip. Friday night we headed to the bar at the Crillon to meet an acquaintance whom i had met before in Paris who lives there, we sat at the bar and lisened to great disco tunes then as the music shut off a pianist entered and omg it was heaven. He played Whitney Houston and OMG i melted, sang the one song Saving All of my Love, and strutted on out to La Cantina on st honore which was funky with good music, and it was just a nice night really. We danced, and the most amusing part was the legitimate Madame with her hoe-sitas for rent across the room! Hideous, was a fnasty situation, ewe i couldn’t imagine being a woman who had to sell herself. Poor things, i pray for them. D they enjoy getting paid for sex? Or is it just an job and they fake the whole scenario? Anyways, it’s no my problem but just an interesting thought. On that note, off to Pisa for the day then Bey tonight! I can’t tell you how ecstatic I am!! Especially bc i don’t know when I’ll return again. I envision work in my near future, I have obligations at Plum and a hopeful new show on the horizon…. I can’t wait to depend on myself again, it’s a beautiful thing to be independent, and i miss it… Until bey, Adios, arevoir!
