A waiter dressed in an impeccable, crisp tux asked me with a polite smile on his face! Jeez, even the waiters here have the manners and grace of a friggin CEO.
“I would, monsieur!”, I tried to use the little french I knew to the best of my ability and it wasn’t a lot of French I knew. Just a few snippets from a couple of French movies I’d watched with my Aunt Louise who had a knack for the french people’s wines and sophisticated cuisines.
I took a glass from his tray, suddenly remembering that I’d left my clutch inside only. Darn it! I chugged down the wine in the most unladylike manner and placed it in the waiter’s tray. Soon, I was flying through the crowd to get to the bar, a couple of s****l innuendos were uttered to me by several men but I just very politely pushed them out of my wa
