Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Frat Boy François


Sometimes living the expat mommy life is like living in a dysfunctional sorority house.

Except last Saturday, I found myself surrounded by a bunch of overgrown frat boys cruising the Seine. I also learned how to quite possibly pees off the French taxman.

You see, La Mom was one of the few playgroup moms to score an exclusive invite to the birthday party New Jersey Mom was throwing for her French husband on a Bateau Mouche. Everyone in playgroup was coveting an invitation to cruise around Paris while sipping champagne, feasting on ~

-Médaillon de foie gras de canard au chutney de poire
-Dégustation de St Jacques fumées à la réglisse, vanille et fraises
-Filet de boeuf poêlé au poivre
-Plateau de fromages affinés
-Millefeuille au pralin avec son glace au chocolat


and dancing to tunes from France’s Belgian-born, American-named, Elvis equivalent, a.k.a God: Johnny Hallyday.

Eh oui, a great time was had by all up until around 11PM. Then things took an interesting turn to say the least.

Imagine our surprise when the conversation Big Cheese and I were having with D.C. Mom, San Diego Mom, and Maine Mom was interrupted by the anxious cries of our friend Boston Mom yelling at her French husband:

François, what are you doing?

François, stop that now!

François, don’t you dare embarrass us this way!

At the same time, a few of the American husbands were egging on their cool new French frat brother:

Go for it, Francis!

Fly him to the moon!

Give him a cou cou! (peekaboo)

That's right, as the boat passed in front of the Finance Minister’s river front office, Frat Boy François, who obviously had way too much Bollinger and Mouton Cadet to drink, dropped his trousers.

But that's not all.

He then proceeded to moon the Ministère des Finances while so elegantly shouting, “Cou cou Christian, you screwed my taxes this year, here’s a little cul cul for you!”

What a way to render a boat full of Frenchies absolutely speechless.

Frat boy behavior when you're 20 years old, La Mom gets it. But mooning someone (especially Christian Estrosi, the Finance Minister) when you’re 40 and a party guest? Uh, pas vraiment!

It’s also a great way to ensure you get a nice little tax audit.

Anyway, us moms can’t wait for playgroup Friday - only two days to go! Did I mention it’s at Boston Mom’s apartment? There’s sure to be a très special guest hanging in the room with us: Monsieur Elephant.

Because by Monday afternoon, Frat Boy François and the full moon story had made its way around the park.

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