I once had an entanglement of sorts with a caballero who was very fond of the see. As he and my fascinating self went on a promenade along the seaside, he kept looking at la mer with so much passion that I thought, un jour il va se transformer dans un bateâu of some sort and sail away. Presto! Ce jour est arrivé. One day the whole mairie de ( Read more... )

Herr von Prinsheregenshtrassefahradgescheft ish shtill shleeping, zhe old goat. Hashn't got up from hish mid-internoon afterlude. I believe he'sh blotto. Meanwhile I've been having a few myshelf, ash I lishten to Por Una Cabeza and entertain zhe uzhual fantazhiesh about Richlain Chamberlard'sh hot lipsh. Goshesh, zhoz'are lipsh ash we didn't have ( Read more... )

Ah, mes petits darlings, but I must apologize for yesterday's ramblings as indeed I had too much to drink ( Read more... )

O, les beaux jours! I'm still thinking about the absolutely goooooorgeous creature who happened to be on the same bus as my fascinating self on my way back from the studio in which I taped my celebrated double impersonation of Marlene and Piaf for still another TV show. It has never, ever let me down. Whenever I do it on the stage, there are always ( Read more... )

I have been feeling quite blasé as of late. I'm just not myself, really. Blame it on the change in the weather, the late hours spent down at the club playing chercher la femme, the many gentlemen callers I have clamoring at my door, one piña colada too many, je ne sais pas.

Pauvre de moi!

One never knows when a gentleman caller will drop by, unannounced. Being the gracious hostess that I am, I always keep a magnum of Moët & Chandon in my boudoir, kept out of sight in a pretty cabinet I have at the foot of my queen-size bed ( Read more... )

One such as myself doesn't use the third person to talk about oneself. It simply isn't done.

It's like maman used to say to me as a boy, growing up at the Coast, "Don't call unnessary attention to yourself. It isn't flattering."

I have always taken dear maman's advice to heart. There is nothing more borish than a stodgy old fellow sitting in a ( Read more... )

Those cruel, cruel LiveJournal folks wouldn't let me include in my interest list the most cherished one: glorious-days-of-dancing-por-una-cabeza-with-herr-von-prinzeregentstrassefahradgescheft-at-the-cote-d'azur. They implied it was too huge an interest ( Read more... )