Merci beaucoup France.
Merci beaucoup for the Statue of Liberty, Gerard Depardieu, Brigitte Bardot, Napoleon Bonaparte and his posthumously severed penis, Proust, Gruyère, nude beaches...oh, what an endless list. Without your historic contributions to America and the world at large, surely I'd only know how to say "do you want to sleep with me this evening" in one paltry language. A true tastemaker, and nowhere more so than in those fields of food, drink, fun and frivolity, it should come as no surprise that you -- or more specifically, the famed Parisian nightclub Les Bains Douches -- single-handedly ushered in a new era of upped-game debauchery known as bottle service.
Les Bains first set the tone of excess back in 1988 and France still has the bottle service jump on the States. But it doesn't have to be that way. It's high time the bon vivant torch was passed. The bar (intended pun) has been set awfully high though...Gather 'round children, zip it, listen. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story, Attack of the 50 Foot Wine Bottle or How I Spent My Summer Vacation:
St. Tropez--the Cote d'Azure of the Cote d'Azure, the One Percent's one percent, the "brat" in "bratwurst." Nothing here is Lilliputian. A measly Coke Light costs around €15 ($18), you're in the minority if you don't own a yacht with an on-board helipad and "Look over there, that old fat guy and his twenty-two year old girlfriend with the fake tits look so in love!" is not something you'll likely hear repeated.
Les Bains first set the tone of excess back in 1988 and France still has the bottle service jump on the States. But it doesn't have to be that way. It's high time the bon vivant torch was passed. The bar (intended pun) has been set awfully high though...Gather 'round children, zip it, listen. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story, Attack of the 50 Foot Wine Bottle or How I Spent My Summer Vacation:
St. Tropez--the Cote d'Azure of the Cote d'Azure, the One Percent's one percent, the "brat" in "bratwurst." Nothing here is Lilliputian. A measly Coke Light costs around €15 ($18), you're in the minority if you don't own a yacht with an on-board helipad and "Look over there, that old fat guy and his twenty-two year old girlfriend with the fake tits look so in love!" is not something you'll likely hear repeated.
In point of fact, overt, over the top status statements abound here, especially during balmy summer months. Vacationers with oodles of oil, textile, banking, blah blah blah bucks looking to effectively flash their peacock feathers regularly facilitate a materialized version of the following scenario-- My Patek Philippe watch reads noon. Perfect time for us to buy hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of bubbly stuff, not because we want to drink it but, because won't it be so epic when we shake it up and pour it all over ourselves like the fun-loving free spirits we are?
Champagne showers govern the daytime milieu at St. Tropez beach clubs like Les Palmiers and Nikki Beach. Seasonal staffers carry Piper Heidsieck and DP--I've taken to calling Dom Perignon DP now that I've had it poured overtop my head--not by the arm-full, not by the case-load even, but in wheel barrels and metal cages meant to entrap wild animals. Truly a sight to behold--and certainly a practice one would expect to see New York and Las Vegas adopt in the near future--yet nothing compared to the heavy spending that occurs once the sun goes down...
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| Champagne showers at Nikki Beach. LMFAO, you guys cover all of your bases, don't you? |
Champagne showers govern the daytime milieu at St. Tropez beach clubs like Les Palmiers and Nikki Beach. Seasonal staffers carry Piper Heidsieck and DP--I've taken to calling Dom Perignon DP now that I've had it poured overtop my head--not by the arm-full, not by the case-load even, but in wheel barrels and metal cages meant to entrap wild animals. Truly a sight to behold--and certainly a practice one would expect to see New York and Las Vegas adopt in the near future--yet nothing compared to the heavy spending that occurs once the sun goes down...
