First of all let me wish you a happy 4th. One may really wonder if God is not trying to tell something to the American population by sending such a terrible thunderstorm on Independence Day and letting the Korean successfully launch their long range missiles but I’ll let you meditate on this by yourself. Today was just plain charming and LL and Fagat decided to give me a little initiation to Tennis in Georgetown of all places. Tennis, I am told, is the preppiest sport after sailing, hunting, sodomy and golf and indeed matches perfectly LL’s numerous Lacoste shirts (btw seen at Halo yesterday night: little john wearing a polo size 16). It would all have been a very “Tennis chic” day if the pictures had not shown once again that we have a lot of work to do on our upper body. It all ended with an interview with Thomas B., charming as usual, at Trio’s. I now must leave you as we have to hurry to Ryan T.’s party to see the firework and cute shirtless homos. That is what the US are about afterall.
Now that we have sailing and tennis covered, our next lesson is how to make dirty martinis.
Posted by: LL | Tuesday, July 04, 2006 at 07:34 PM
i think this pic of you "playing" tennis is a well balanced fashion faux pas. the minusculity of your shorts is only slightly overshadowed by the gargantuanness of your sunglasses.
Posted by: kevin d. | Wednesday, July 05, 2006 at 10:38 AM
Wow FHC, you're transformation from silly Frenchman to preppy New England WASP is really coming along. Actually, WASC I think is more appropriate in your case. And by the way, you were told wrong about your preppy sports. Polo is numero uno followed by alcoholism, sailing, sodomy, croquet, liberal recreational prescription drug usage, tennis and then golf. You should have come to a B&B in Newport, you could have seen a polo match, sailed on an America's Cup 12 meter and then played a match at the International Tennis Hall of Fame. God, just typing that makes me sick from over-preppiness. Cheers.
Posted by: Andrew | Wednesday, July 05, 2006 at 11:38 AM
This was truly a festive time.
If FHC's parents were on the ball when he was a little boy, we have no doubt that today he would be a tennis god.
Can you imagine anything worse?
Posted by: Fagat | Wednesday, July 05, 2006 at 03:27 PM