I was thrilled to finally get inside this historic restaurant. I had sat across the street at Le Select before (reading The Dud Avocado), craning my neck to peek at the ceiling under which Josephine Baker had danced and Picasso, Hemingway, et al. dined, but I had never had the occasion to go there. Until last night.
The scene cracked me up: advertising hipsters, decked out in the requisite black jackets and funky eyeglasses. But with the slim suits and disheveled hair on display, they were distinctly French advertising hipsters.
Well, I guess that included us.
The ceremony was pretty underwhelming. But maybe that was because I didn’t understand a word of it. Indeed, I didn’t even realize when we were called up to accept our award for the astronauts web site until Jo nudged me.
Aw, so humble, we are.
Félicitations !
ReplyDeleteUm, can we just take a moment...you are standing under spotlights, getting an award, on a circular stage, next to Ariel Wizman at La Coupole...way to make Paris your bitch, girl! After just one year, you own it...take the city out on a leash this weekend, put on your Lanvin shoes and prance! xoxoM
ReplyDeleteWhat Mel said, which was well said and funny. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteMerci, mes amis! :) Mel, I don't even know who Ariel Wizman is. But he almost barred me from the stage because they had me listed as "Thomas Amy" and he thought, as the sole woman on the credits list, that I was crashing and grabbing. Silly man.
ReplyDeleteLet's prance soon! xo