Some girlfriends and I had our annual Mommy Slumber Party at the Montage Hotel in Beverly Hills a couple of nights ago. We were having breakfast on the rooftop when we were “buzzed” by the HUGEST, 6-legged, green flying machine I’d ever seen. One friend screamed. Another bolted for cover under the hostess stand. A nearby wanna-be-C-list actor gave us the evil eye - just a bunch of “stupid mothers.”
The waiters and I chased the bug around trying to corner it. It landed on our table. Too big to squish, I suggested covering it with a glass so we could take it somewhere else. The waiter caught it under the glass and the host took a menu to slide under it. Mr. Wanna-Be must have wanted to impress his business companions because he came over and took the glass from us and dumped it’s live contents over the balcony all the while looking at us like we were just as irritating. After he shook off the menu and slammed it down, I looked at him and said, “Do you really think that was the best way to get rid of it?”
As the bug made it’s way back up over the balcony and toward one of his breakfast companion’s brioche French toast, he realized what I was saying. What an idiot. We paid our check and made a “bee-line’ for the pool.