Even by Italian standards, it's strange and unsettling. I stood shivering in the piazza, wondering if curiosity was going to outweigh impending hypothermia, dismayed to realize that I was likely too old to last until dawn—not in this weather, at least—and might have to content myself with watching from my warmer balcony. But then, like an answer to a prayer, two men unfurled a long red carpet, music started to play, and a show began—an awful, hokey, charming, singularly Italian show that, fortunately, I was able to capture on video.
You make me realize of what a sheltered life I have lived. What an adventure!
YOUR life is sheltered???? I beg to differ! You are surrounded by love and family.
-- two duffel bags of form-fitting clothes that practically screamed “leave a twenty on the dresser,”
Me, I'm always more like Uncle Creepy in a rusty van with "FREE CANDY" finger painted on the side.
"Uncle Creepy!" BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!