Sequence of events Tuesday morning:
1. I open an email from someone who thinks I am Madame André (It is not the first time). This one was from a friend of hers named Olivier and featured a picture of him next to his motorbike. It’s a nice email. Nicer than what my friends send me. The subject was: “Bonne année!”
3. I see that he has followed it with, “Her words, not mine,” which got me thinking, "Eurotrash" is a REALLY GREAT WORD if it merits the disclaimer “her words, not mine.”
Redneck (her words, not mine).
Whore (her words, not mine).
Republican (her words, not mine).
And then it hit me: I HAVE USED THE WORD "EUROTRASH" IN CONJUNCTION WITH A WORLD-FAMOUS HOTEL, PEOPLE WILL BE OFFENDED.**
THIS COULD HAVE SOME REAL HATE MAIL POTENTIAL. WAHOOO!!!!
And my response to that is YOU THINK THAT’S ALL I GOT? You see, there are two things I didn’t tell you--I have a source deep within the Hotel Costes, who WORKS THERE, a good friend who, if I don’t post tomorrow, you will know she murdered me for posting EVEN THAT MUCH INFORMATION. And I have a WHOLE OTHER STORY that involves babysitting for a fashion photographer's daughter IN AN ACTUAL BEDROOM AT HOTEL COSTES DURING THE HAUTE COUTURE. And that’s all I’m going to say for now because I am the Coquette, and that makes me, by definition, a tease.***
*And my first thought was “Boy, this guy really gets me."
**Although probably not Jason, and judging from his comment here, should you ever wish to buy him a drink at the Costes, he will be there in a hot minute.
***If anyone ever wants to buy me a drink at Costes, I will be there in a hot minute, too.