Pretty Woman their ass!!

Antonio and I dinned with Ema Stone last night. I had the Tartar. Okay! Fine! We dined while she waived at us from across the street. No? She waived in our direction as we dined. Such a stickler for the details! It was great fun! We had our shot as the paparazzi. It’s a bit tiring. I don’t recommend a career change and people just LOVE to shove! 

 

I met my gal pal for an after dinner drink to attempt a shot at a new wine bar up the street. We go in and there is a sign at the counter that says “Fucking Tourists!” with an old man with a middle finger. This may have been my sign to let my Parisian gal do the talking. The bar man says to me, “Good evening. Can I help you? Because we have no more seats.”(translation) Hmmmm…interesting. My Parisian gal clarifies that they only allow as many patrons as there are seats so you must arrive early or make a reservation. Ummm…Bullshit! I’ll have to call in most American voice (Like I have another…lol) and attempt a reservation to see if it’s not the occasional, No Non-Frenchie’s allowed middle finger. It wouldn’t be the first time. Antonio  and I meet up afterwards and he suggests we go back with a bottle of wine each and “Pretty Woman their ass!” I nearly died of laughter.

The outside of the wine bar. Totally packed, as you can see.

In come the perfected spotify playlists. The music was so good here I didn’t want to leave but we finally scrape ourselves off the couch and head up the street to a few cool spots we found. Gotta live it up while I have my little brother here. I don’t get him very often and it’s cool to know he’s turned out so awesome! 

We met the coolest people last night! A couple of guys (a chemist and the sales guy) on business with a make-up innovations company here for a huge trade show at the Louvre this week. (http://www.makeup-in-paris.com/) The trade show showcases the latest trends and innovations in make-up and hair for all the top brands, Mac, Bobbie Brown, L’Oreal etc. They outsource that! Who knew? They were kind enough to offer to escort us in tomorrow. I’m psyched! To be continued…

Then specimen cool guy #3, a South African /Italian who’s life story reads a bit like Lord of War. Like Nicholas cage was portraying his grandfather for reals. Arms dealer for stolen military tanks and guns for guerilla warfare, I think. I was shocked. I didn’t catch his profession because I was too busy thinking this was pure madness. But he himself, training to be a pro bono police officer and doing so in one of the most dangerous places in the world with the most corrupt of systems. Had he been getting paid, a cop in Johannesburg makes $700 a month. And we wonder why they steal? “So,why? Why in bloody hell would you do that?” I ask. To which he replies, “If not me, then who? My country needs to change. It is my calling.” Unbelievable! Talk about living for a purpose and for the enrichment of your karmic soul. Perhaps it is the universes own form of balance in blood line. A little Yin and Yang action, live and in color. Either way, cheers to that!