Menage's Menage

This picture gives a whole new meaning to term, safe streets. So how many tries does it take to strap one on? - that's the question de jour. A virtual hail storm of condoms cascaded down on to Fountain last night (this is why people in L.A. don’t walk) as Menage' got freaky on her balcony with a college ex AND a charming Brit journalist she picked up at Bar Lubitsch. Menage' and her favorite lu-bitches hit the town hard at L.A.'s trendiest ruskie bar. As the saying goes when in Rome… so when in Russia, the girls felt it their duty to appropriately honor Mother Russia by throwing back some Stoli. The girls did mommy proud as they toasted her several times. As the music started bumpin the girls migrated to the back half of the bar to get their grove on because they only had 4 minutes to save the world (fricky fricky). Jordan made a bee line to say “Hi” to her friend, the DJ and Menage’, who had already made plans to meet up with College Boy later that night, set her eyes on the Charming Brit with about only a minute and a half to save the world. Things got pretty hot on the dance floor and as Sadie, Jordan, and Emmerson closed down the bar, Menage’ found her way back home with the Brit.

There, already waiting (and already a little toasted) on her steps was College Boy, who was none-to-happy to see Mr. Brit in tow. But he started singing a different tune as soon as Menage’ grabbed him by the collar and wrangled both men inside her building. Menage’s au trios quickly moved on to the balcony for a little “air and convo” and quickly down-shifted into a make out sesh with both boys. Before you could say “dos v’danya” the condoms were flying (literally), because let’s just say – though all were sufficiently under the influence - hard alcohol is a misnomer *winkypunface*. After about as many attempts to get suited up as LiLo takes to pass her breathalyzer before starting her car, Menage nearly lost interest….but fortunately for this French, her letter was delivered on time. Sorry, maybe that one was over your head – google, lu-bitches!. Au revoir, dos v’danya, and goodbye, marnistone…..out.