So dinner with Papa and Jane

Most of you know the whole story. To not completely embarrass my whole family I’ll sum it up politely. We had dinner at Le Deux Magots in Paris for my mom’s birthday, as you read previously Papa and Jane were to be well “soaked” by the time we met them. We had a nice cocktail in the hotel lobby and then we went to the restaurant. Papa the ever generous offered to treat the team.

Dinner was lovely, food fabulous and the service impeccable. Ok, so, dessert was ordered and not yet served…and at this point let’s just say we realize Papa was not feeling well on account he’s piss drunk. Jane and him bounce like lighting, haven’t seen them move that fast in a decade, and mom is stuck with the $600 tab that was to be her birthday dinner. I’m sparing you the details but call me when I’m in the States next and I’ll fill you in. Note to self…I owe mom one $600 birthday dinner as soon as I have steady employment.