A Life Behind Bars

Zut alors, mes enfants!

The double entendres are rife today as I celebrate Bastille Day in faux-felonious Frenchified fashion. Vive La Revolution!

Speaking of le fashion, I must extend a merci de blah-bitty-blah to my Pretend Internet Boyfriend for sending me a lovely scarf that he picked up during his recent European vacation.

It's from Les Galeries Lafayette, which is apparently a pretty classy joint. Ooooh...la....la! I feel so Jo Stockton. Don't blame me if you don't know the reference - it's French day up in here. That means a little work, mon ami!

Anyway.....It's so lovely to have something that's, like, really from Paris, France. My Chanel accessories all came from the Korean wig shop up at Washington and Compton. While each was affordably priced at no-more than two dollars, ninety-nine cent, I kinda doubt they came with Karl's blessings.

So...in homage to all things French and my own life as a latter-day drunk, I offer you, kind reader, a little musical treat. Juste un petit baiser, so to speak.

It comes courtesy of Ryan, who picked this up, among other things, on his recent trip to Montreal. I'm assuming that since this CD single was being handed out en masse at a Canadian tranny bar...they're not being too fussy about how the song gets distributed.

I'm not engaging in international crimes. *gulp* I hope.....

Download the mp3 of Rhum and Coca-Cola here by French actrice et chanteuse Arielle Dombasle.

By the way, she's fifty!!!!

Mon Dieux!