Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Taylor Soft Serve Machine Blog

cockpit "The Country Girl"

Here I am, back from Milan, the city of fashion, shopping spree, the clubs, the seSalutiAlBarSiVedeCheSeiUnTerun, humidity that will curl your hair ...
I, who live in Rome for 5 years, I should not find so so strange my trip to the capital of North America (cmq that capital is not, if you remember Bossi)!
But yes, yes, I admit ... I felt like Renato Pozzetto in the movie "The country boy "!!!!
Let 's see, where do I start ...

Scene 1: on the train all alone, two men next to me so kind unmistakably Nordic accent. Bologna past for a while, I catch your attention a huge sign on the roof of a huge palace "Catholic University". Well, every girl in the imagination of the country is Catholic in Milan! And then the train was slowing down! So here, bold and happy, I ask my neighbor "Excuse me, this is Lambrate or the next." He smiles at me, very kind to charity, but did not seem to understand me ... "Lambrate is the last, do not worry." I, dazed, I wonder "mica I am concerned, is that I get ... cmq said last ... not this ... ok, I did not prepare!" The train slows down but still ... .. . ... but does not stop ... oops! The train had slowed down only near the train ... because in reality we were still in Piacenza! It was not Milan!

Scene 2: at the bar of the tiny station Lambrate. I ask for a cap and a croissant. Too bad, dear pinetesi I read that all, at that time were able to appreciate the homemade abbbbbruzzese accent! I came out a "THANK QUEESSCTA" unmistakable! The ND me are spared, but I wanted to bury them too!

Scene 3: Lambrate out of the station, the tobacco was too far away and I could not get away because my brother was coming to get me! "Well, the cigarette the latch! "I'm sorry, you have a cigarette please?". She looks at me off-putting: "I have the tobacco." But the tram passed and Manuel Agnelli decided to make the piece screamed in my ear. "No, I can not go to the tobacco that I have to wait for my brother." Elena, cabbage, said tobacco, tobacco products, which you understand. "I'm sorry, I misunderstood! But thanks anyway." And meanwhile my grave gets deeper! "Ahahahaha, you could tell him that you are also in Milan for the degree of Fabio, while we were "my brother's comment to my story!

Scene 4: Fabio aperitif! Panza full and a lot of satisfaction, it is time for the toast! All with glasses in hand , come there to drink! graduates Hooray hooray! I do not have it! Here you go! No, miss me too! Ok, we're all here! Evvviva! Greetings Kisses hugs! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Cold, frost, wet! A whole glass of champagne has been poured in the middle of the river in my style neckline, the dress with a lot of flooding Fodara "Who the hell pushed Octavia, now send it in. .." Nowhere! Because nobody had pushed Octavia ! He had simply forgotten to have in holding a chalice, or maybe have a hand ... So, as usual, he bent pouring with the precision of an expert in shooting, all the champagne just in my neck Do not drop out!
And all while laughing my grave by now had come almost to the levels of the third floor of the underground, from the top!

Scene 5: It is morning, Yay dancing soon!! Get Aulin, a second rest, eat, make-up, parruccami, indeed, parruccami (Ottavia! and her star, which I smoothed his hair), choose good clothes, put on shoes and her otty yours! Ok it's late! 's midnight! But we should not be there at ten thirty? Well, we arrived all'unaEqualcosa. AHHAhahahhh! The only not drunk Come on, drink, drinks here! Two liman with salt and tequila! Lemmmon Two vodka, thanks! On the track! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Approaching him, the Mr. Big of Sex & theCity Milanese version. Set up: Straight back, boobs out, stomach in! Botta Otty because you have to see it! We have focused in two, but the agreement want it to be her! He looks at us! And then look at my brother! I think 'I must introduce myself, I must say that Mark is my brother up from .. "." Pleasure-intentioned mess of nonsense words to make him understand that I was presenting because we stood by and watched us and then I am the brother- Marco! "......................... BRAVA! CONGRATULATIONS! Luckily I have good and he blamed alcohol ... but figuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Anyway at the end which has the left with a "Yes, I had noticed this morning ... A few minutes later happily snog with his girlfriend, a redfish and bandy-legged in a miniskirt!

Scene 6: the bathroom! After the last drink my stomach decided to raise the white flag .. "Otty, rule this, go to the bathroom." Row, hell! "Otti, this girl has to throw up, get out soon", a very nice ragfazza had decided to help me! "Come on, get out, she does not want to spit on his shoes, let it go." The door opens and shows her sbraitante: the girlfriend of one of the nicest guys I know (it was not Big). The Bocconi more acid than ever. I can not understand his words, but they are sweet. The rest you should tell your friend toilet, or a guy who still stood on his forehead curl hair.

Scene 7: at the entrance of the room. Ok, we're all there, is about to close! But I is not that I feel on top! Is here: "Fabio moved sooner." Pozzangherina with the pasta with the mushrooms that I had lovingly prepared Otty! Qlc If you had not noticed the first hour was obvious ... and I will go down in history as "the sister of Mark sbrattona. Brava!

Scene 8: the taxi. "Go home with a taxi that I'm calmer," My brother loves me! A curve, two curves could drive slower !!!!!" ... Excuse me, can approach. " Time three seconds, I open the door and do well out of hot chocolate in the afternoon! While Otty entertained the taxi driver talking about the weather .. QLS or else kill the tension. Ok, done, return. "Stella, so good your headache?": Otty is brilliant. Some people may not know that after the night, at 7 am, while people in the woods sbroccai going to run and her "Stella, will you ate qlc" ahahahahhahaha.

Well, Well not fared worse than me!
If someone wants to make a sequel I am there!
me the part!

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