FHC’s resurrected blog : Celebrating duck day in Paris

I am really sorry I did not cook a little entry for yesterday. I was busy in an avian influenza contaminated Paris which basically means that I might or might have not bought another Thierry Mugler’s striped suit with my father. But please don’t talk about it to L because I think he suspects me to be a serial spender. By the way my father, FHC Sr., offered me the integral 178 CDs of Mozart which are weighing a lot in my luggages… I did not find the strength to tell him that nobody listens to CDs anymore moreover classical CDs. It was snowing in Paris which was not only charming but also led me to catch a sore throat.

Anyway I am currently in the overheated Air France Lounge on my way to the United States of Las Americas !!! On my left is a slimy businessman with a fake hyena laugh talking to some “hot shot” client of his and saying very boring things such as “Bah écoutez c’est trés aimable…” and “bah écoutez j’en serai ravi…”. On my right is your average ugly McKinsey French girl, called Laura, typing e-mails on Lotus Notes as if she has never been closer to have an orgasm than when her blackberry vibrates (which is highly probable given her extremely ugly outfit). Laura is on here way for 4 or 5 days in DC (she says DC to show how cool she is).

I was really happy our friend L-Square took over the blog in an imperialist fashion that is indeed very American. His link yesterday on the New Yorker’s cartoon made me laugh so much as it does make a lot of sense. Here is a link that made me laugh too, another one and a last one (via Courrier International …you’re lucky I read the international press). I am catching up on my e-mails and reading Kevin D.’s report on Fagat’s WE in DC: “…i never saw [Fagat] after that. i think he was vacuumed up by the big gay suck that consumes most of the homos around dc…”. Kevin’s friendster profile is a must see with very sincere messages such as: “Who I Want to Meet: i'd like to find somebody new to disappoint.”.

Laura is really stressing me out: she is tearing paper and breathing heavily…the little bitch is close to a nervous breakdown I tell you. She also giggles loudly when she receives an SMS to show everybody in the lounge how fun her stuck-up boyfriend is. And she drinks Perrier while we all know it makes her fart with the altitude. Laura and I need to have a little talk. Ok my plane is delayed now…they say it’ll leave at 5 pm but I doubt it will. I will arrive late and tired at home, won’t have enough time to open all of my e-bay packages and tomorrow I have a high level DC diner with Ari S. therefore I’ll need my beauty sleep. The good news is that uncle L is on his way to DC this WE.

Don’t forget to send a friendly message to a goose or a duck you know today.