I say, after I turned down to make a Christmas card on a blog I could avoid putting even further standardization of those good years? Sure I could do it but I will, however, I wish them the same
To correct the image comes from here but it seemed too clever not to spread it.
I must say that I write this post with a goal that the innermost trivial wish you, let's face it, otherwise I would not have taken everything I disorder, in reality this new year got me thinking. I went through some friends of Torreglia with whom we had not seen a el while, I started going out with them (so to speak) for quite some time, and had opted for a new year in a "Villa near Vicenza" which I honestly do not remember the name. I was not that I was excited by the prospect because it is not really my thing, but I accepted it, and try to beat me, I'm not much of fragata where, but rather with whom.
Surprises are not, came. Indeed it was a villa, the point is that we have put in the old stables. Then he ... you know ... fun? Perhaps, seeing all those truzzetti all'ingersso strutting, like peacocks fan wheel, about to enter the barn, because it makes cool, do not go thinking "but where the fuck are they?" but rather are crowded at all like animals, elbowing to get to be admitted among others, unveiling the meanness that is hidden under so much makeup and nice clothes. Also in
has revealed that from outside you could imagine: barns and stables were are left with about six hundred people crammed in with their beautiful wallets to be milked. For some, this was really a great beginning of the year. By rubbing his hands.
I'm not a bartender or anything, but I was born between waiters and cooks in the family, and the robe that had been served to lengthen and correct art. For art in the sense with maximum riparmio. Then
barbarism continued, with those of peacocks just before the now hot and exhausted by their struggle to get closer to the primordial bar, where once existed the tacit ancient law of the jungle are demoralized and finally threw the whole removing the mask the shoes with heels too exaggerated, throwing jackets on the floor in a corner and sitting on that floor, needless to say, certainly did not have an inviting air.
The irony in all this is that three-quarters of those out there would never have agreed to sit on a floor like that, especially with so much longed for the last dress, or dispose of land to the vest by a salary and a half. Salary of the parent course, not ever!
I'm so funny, the contradiction of their own.
The pleasant part instead of the evening was that I met again in total tantisssima people who no longer saw some time out from my life, but the thing that made me more pleasure that seemed really happy to see me, at least most of them, and it's something I never thought. I now had them branded as "enemies" I thought I considerasserlo their jester, more or less, but it seems to have missed a bit of calculations. so perhaps many are closer to those who sit on the floor means destroyed at parties that my ideas, more than friends consoceti true, but I was still pleased. I'm glad for once to have the wrong calculations.
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