Paris to the Mooned

parisblogbateaumoucheseineLa 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 and dancing to tunes from France’s Belgian born, American named, Elvis equivalent, aka 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 boy friend: “Go for it Francis!”
“Fly him to the moon!” “Give him a cou cou! (peekaboo)”

french finance minister paris blogThat’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 your 20 years old, La Mom gets it. But mooning someone (especially Christian Estrosi, pictured, the Finance Minister) when you’re 40 and a party guest? Uh, pas vraiment!


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