1/ I had this moment during a meeting a little while ago about Trump not going to Mar A Lago. I imagined Melania flyng down separately, and around 10 tonight slipping her Secret Service detail and heading for drinks at Leopard Lounge in the old...
2/ ...Chesterfield Hotel. Nothing nefarious, just Mel sitting at the bar, enjoying the piano player for a couple hours. The bartender, jaded, polite, gray at the temples and worldly as hell says, "What can I get you, Mrs..."
Mel smiles, "Ms...and my name isn't important now."
Mel smiles, "Ms...and my name isn't important now."
3/ The bartender, knowing all, seeing all, and saying little smiles and says, "I make a hell of a Moscow Mule."
"Don't remind me of Moscow," she whispers softly.
"Then here, let me make you something that reminds me of better times," he says.
"Don't remind me of Moscow," she whispers softly.
"Then here, let me make you something that reminds me of better times," he says.
4/ Her flawless lashes bat up and down, not flirting, but beating back tears.
"Zere are no happier times. Not that I can recall. I've been so trapped for so long," she says.
"We're all trapped by something, miss."
He pours two shots of his cheapest tequila.
"Zere are no happier times. Not that I can recall. I've been so trapped for so long," she says.
"We're all trapped by something, miss."
He pours two shots of his cheapest tequila.
