Fortunately, as I anticipated you to organize the event is the group of Tuscan, which for us, it means that the most important moment of the day is that this time, yes, you can call it lunch. not relegated Meanwhile, kept apart in a corner of the bar (note: if there were a basement, Lilia would put us to eat under the stairs, if there was a cellar, put us in the basement) as Busca, but even at the table with the racing team of directors, treated with equal pace.
And the menu? To occupy and even the catering and then an r. Rante: agnolotti butter, main course with fresh vegetables and freshly cooked meat, canned drinks of your choice, still water or sparkling water.
Tentatively, finished the first bottle of water, if we dare to ask the Director of Viareggio, paying of course, we can order a second.
" paying? - bursts out of the fellow Marcello once praised and now fallen into disgrace (note Lppi) - hahaha, paying ... but are you kidding? Everything is offered. "
Just like when asking another of the directors "Oh boy, I've got still hungry ... s the order a pizza?" , Bimbo Gigi ringalluzzito a long opulence herself to a "seee, a pizza, why not two?".
and pizzas will arrive 3! It 's true, to be divided, but boy, this is for us the land of plenty!
For one not to miss anything, the table sits the girl in costume (note: a bathroom, or we're not at the end of July?) Accompanies the flag to give the heralded the departure of the individual races.
The appearance does not betray the intentions of the girl, candidly says: "I'm from Bologna, the city of the three T towers, tortellini and .. .. "
The general horny reaches levels paroxysmal, to my great displeasure!
Certainly, as is fitting to honor the hierarchy that is the foundation of all social and vaguely dictatorial, priority is given to the race director and all it is clear that on the afternoon of the second day of the Romagna and the director seems lost.
Indeed, it is necessary and it must be admitted, the organization has thought of everything: there are even girls, like, ah yes' intelligent sin who have a score damage, sorry, years!
Here, then who am I to look like at the end, at least in most cases, you end up just look like people who are more critical.
I remember when I had 20anni20 (note: yes, so your 20anni20 had!) And look down on those 40-year old, which then seemed to me old decrepit and criticizes them outdoors until then my contempt because they looked the same age and now I find myself in their place: sic transeat gloria mundi!
One thing is certain after two days MISUSE: contrary to what I expected and I was afraid to March, with his colleagues has become a group, not only with Big Al and Anna, but also with Fra 'I, Ben, Max and the Bimbo Gigi and I almost regret that in the coming weeks there are more races!
Who would have thought?
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