In genere non sono la tipa che scrive sul suo blog ogni giornata o ogni esperienza come su un diario. Generalmente mi limito a descrivere emozioni e sensazioni varie.
Ma quella di ieri è stata una serata così grandiosa che sarebbe impossibile ridurla ai minimi termini.
A parte, vabbè, la corsa per riuscire a essere pronta in tempo, del tipo "Mary, passo a prenderti alle 8!" Ok, ma io finisco di lavorare alle 7 e mezza...
Vabbè, comunque strano ma vero quando sono passati a prendermi ero pronta (e qui partì la ola).
In teoria doveva passarmi a prendere Titty con Aldina (la macchina). Quando mi sono trovata davanti casa anche Simy, Tonio, Nico e Andrea (che, mi dispiace, non ricordo proprio di aver conosciuto prima) la tentazione di invitarli dentro casa per prendere un caffè prima di partire è stata forte, ma i tempi stringevano e la strada era lunga, quindi siamo partiti direttamente.
Titty come capofila ve la raccomando.
"Titty, sai che questo è il secondo semaforo che prendi arancione quasi red is what you should expect from behind you are cursing? "
" Ops ... uh ... "
Then she also stopped to wait for the others, too bad he waited for the wrong car. That is, as he saw a pair of headlights is broken.
So the guys we've lost the same . Eh oh well.
appreciate the effort.
After retrieving Francy, Joseph and the boys, the poor, now wandering aimlessly and without reason alone and disconsolate Sinnai between Seventh and without having the faintest idea where go, we were finally able to leave.
Meta: Serramanna.
After risking a couple of car accidents and have done a ride along more or less three times, we finally arrived at their destination, even managing to find parking close enough to the party. Three minutes later there was a hole in the space of a Km
Fortunelli us.
arrived in the square we can also recover Giacky, Alberto and our mascot, Gulvio, later followed also by Lisa and John.
And in a desperate attempt to find food guess who grim stand of sandwiches??
(Drum roll ...)
Just you! Elsa Murru!
Live è ancora più esilarante che su youtube!
Coooooooomunque...
Non tanto inaspettato ma sicuramente più importante è stato l'incontro con il mio piccolo Simo, che mi ha fatto la testa ad acqua per essere lì ieri sera. Hai visto Simo? Alla fine sono venuta...
La parte più divertente della serata, naturalmente, è iniziata con l'apertura delle danze con la mitica BandaBardò!
Anche se, tipo mezz'ora dopo, io mi sono accorta che la borsa mi pesava troppo addosso (anche perchè dentro ci avevano messo roba anche Titty e Francy) e non potevo scaricarla ai ragazzi per tutta la sera, mentre Titty si è accorta che forse le scarpe con i tacchi non erano la cosa migliore in quel momento, e ha deciso di mettersi le forse non tanto belle ma certamente più comode ballerine.
Di conseguenza io, Titty e Francy ci siamo dirette verso Aldina, dove abbiamo mollato la borsa e dove Titty s'è cambiata le scarpe.
In quel momento è scoppiata la tragicommedia della serata. Eravamo nei parcheggi a due passi da una festa, con un casino di gente, non un cm libero... e ci scappava la pipì.
Urgenza assoluta: Trovare un bagno, un buco, suonare in una casa, insomma, qualsiasi cosa pur di svuotare la vescica.
Ci siamo messe a correre per trovare un angolino nascosto, e più si correva e più we laughed and we laughed more and more running away ...
Eventually we found a particularly empty parking lot and we got behind a car, in turn, guard each other.
no problem with me and Titty ... but during the turn of Francy I saw two shadows approaching suspicious around the corner.
"Francy, pulled up, pulled up, it's coming people!"
Poor Francy, had to wait for the passage of two boys, which by the way we have also requested information. And probably thought we were drunk, because as we were laughing.
However, even Francy finally succeeded in his goal, then we walked back towards the square, remembering the words of a guy who once told me "they can get up is priceless" (eh, what you're right ...) and crossing among others, by the way, a man who was happily emptying behind a bush, with no problems whatsoever!
But there seem logical??
I also wanted to be male, Ugh!
Once rintrufolati between the pulp of flesh and sweat that had formed on the move throughout the square, are also risucire to find my little Simon, with whom I danced and I enjoyed it a lot. And for a while succeeded in its aim also to distract from problems and thoughts of various kinds and genre, as he promised. Thanks Simo, deserve a kiss for that.
In addition, while we were dancing like mad, hugging, smelly and sticky, I also got to meet another person. Andre!
After a scene like "Caramba, what a surprise" her with kisses and hugs, Simone made a face as if to say "And how did you two know each other?". between la'ltro was the same face that Andrea did, and I suppose it was also mine at that time.
After several explanations such as "He is the brother of a friend of mine," "He's one of my best friends" and "He is in my own voluntary association" shouted yes and no five or six times in the middle of the casino, we rejected the dance and mosh.
However, I did too good to see Andre, and although 90% never read this posting (I seem to remember that you hate the blog) I want it healthy though, for three simple reasons:
1) is a large, there is little to do.
2) are too happy to have it reviewed and I hope to see him again soon.
3) is a friend of my little Simo, and this in itself is already a great achievement.
In everything, including dances and poghi hallucinating schizophrenic (where I throw myself without too much thought, finally, I did not like a long, long time) Francy has almost put her nose.
Fortunately he has not done badly, but for the rest of the evening I had to defend me from the flying men every now and then we fell on him. I will also take some nice hit, but Francy is tiny, and I ... well, certainly are more "resistant".
After the concert more kisses and hugs with Andrew and my little Simo, but the adventure was not over yet.
Exhausted, hungry, almost dehydrated, dirty, smelly and sweaty sweat is not ours, we began a mad hunt for water, ending at the end to find it (thanks Alberto, not only for water but also for bringing me a pony and risking a herniated disc: P).
Finally after we drained the entire bottle, you cazzeggiano rice and a little bit more and he pulled out his legendary catchphrase that only I can fully understand and Titty ("F ..." I guess we'll have to pay royalties copyright ...) we were able to return home. Not without difficulty, since there were five in a four-seater. The plan was this: if we had stopped the police, I had to stay on the legs of acasciata franci pretending to cry congestion. It was not difficult for the unfounded. Also because I spent the journey back to exactly the location where I wanted to be: lying with a pillow under his head and wearing a giubottino on Gambro Francy. Beautiful ... so much so that I even fell asleep ...
wonderful evening, nothing short of hilarious, full of incidents, but beautiful for that.
Maybe I could not describe it better, but who was there can remember and laugh.
the next.
Thank you all.
Kisses kisses kisses.
