be caught dead dropping names, but our new shop-in-progress is near Paramount studios, and we've seen a few familiar faces, but today we were unloading rolls of fabric from my Toyota into our half-renovated establishment and a couple of ladies walked by. I didn't hear them ask Jacques if they could come in for a peak, nor him saying yes, so I was annoyed when they were in my way. I snorted, "Ladies, we're not really open yet!" and then the shorter of the two took off her sunglasses and said in a familiar voice, "I have a chair I want to cover in Provence fabric." If I were James Caan I would have covered my shins and ran, but I'm not, so I just blathered on about our fabulous upholsterer. I must have turned redder than the freshly applied terra cotta floor stain! I handed her an invitation to our opening and stopped short of begging her to bring along the cast of "Six Feet Under."
Like I said, I wouldn't be caught dead dropping names.
WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Like I said, I wouldn't be caught dead dropping names.
WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!