So Laid in Paris 12/06

This is from an e-mail Mark sent back to colleagues during a brief visit to Paris in December 2006.
The man sat in the small bistro on a Paris side street talking with the owner, a former Vouge model who had used her earnings to buy it and turn it into a tres chic spot for those in the know. "It's my last night in Paris, what should I have?", he asked. "Start with cold champagne, then a glass of burgundy with your chicken. Same as last night. Only tonight for dessert you shall have me! Stop don't talk, you know we want the same thing. Tonight we are alone in the mist of Paris. Tomorrow we rejoin the Rest of our lives." her accent was thick but her intent was clear. It seemed like they were silent for hours but it was just a few seconds gone by when the man realized the pool he was staring in was not the lovely's eyes but his own piss in a pool on the floor. He ran ashamed, yet relieved- in more ways than one. It was at that moment he vowed never to brag about getting "so laid in Paris"!