Notes from Mo's Diary:
I am sitting at Le Fumoir, my favorite place to dine in Paris. It's near the place I call home the past days, and about a hundred meters away from the Louvre.
The weather has turned chilly, and the leaves in Paris have started to turn red and yellow, the air crispy and toasty. Despite this change to cool climes, people walk about dressed in their most fashionable attire, so much so that I've stayed outside just people watching for about three hours.
It's 11pm again, October 8, Paris time and I sneak in to find a quiet place to open my laptop and tune in to Goodtimes. It's 6am, Oct 9, Manila time and I try to listen in if Mojo's on board. The eternal optimist, I realize that it's impossible for Mojo to be awake at this early time.
"La bièr brune?" a lovely lady server with a pair of terrific knockers asks me if I wanted some beer, dark beer, which is what they serve here.
"Oui. Je voudrais un menu?" I was famished, but before I could order, she was gone, leaving me by myself again.
Two more days, and I'll be leaving for Manila. I originally wanted to go to Paris to watch the Coldplay "Viva la Vida" concert, but they were a month early. The band was here last September 9 and 10, and the concert was a huge hit.
I mentioned in the show that I was also going to Paris to watch the Paris Fashion Week. When I arrived, the only remaining couturier runway shows were for October 5, and Vuitton,Chanel, Miu Miu and Galiano for Dior were the only remaining designers scheduled that day. Even if you put a gun to my head, I wouldn't really go, but someone forced me to sit in front of Chanel's fashion show, and just for the experience, it was out of this world.
Models strode out of a full-scale replica of the famous boutique’s facade at 31 Rue de Cambon, some carrying Chanel shopping bags rendered as leather handbags.How fantastic is that? I was at the third row, and my eyes almost popped at how the fashion house spent so much money just to put out this fantastical show.
I check the laptop again, and it's 6:40 am, Manila time, and yes, I hear Mojo. Thank God!
His voice drones on, but my mind isn't on it. I hear him talking about the Melamine infused coffee he must have ingested in China, and his guest, the CEO of Qualibet says that mood swings, migraines and tummy aches are some of the symptoms of melamine poisoning. No wonder Mojo was so bitchy that time! He was drinking 5 cups of coffee in China that day!
" Je voudrais une bouteille du vin?" Good God! My date for the night has been staring at me for a minute and my mind is in Manila, thinking of Mojo and his melamine laced coffee.
"Une bouteille du vin?" A bottle of wine? Baby, it's time to close the laptop and party!
"La champagne?" Oooh? She wants to get me drunk on champagne!!!
"Le Plein, s’il vous plaît!" She didn't hear me, but what I said was fill in the tank.
Goodtimes! See you all in Manila on Monday!
(Postscript: 'Notes from Mo's Diary' is a work of fiction, and thus Mo's thoughts and reflections on this blog do not reflect the real Mo Twister's views, but comes from the imagination and point of view of this blogger.Pictures of Le Fumoir from http://satellite productions and Chanel from themomentblogs)
