Archives > December 2007
So I don't know about you but New Year's Eve always leaves me somewhat perplexed. I mean, there goes everyone stuffing the fridge with mountains of food we are going to eventually regret having eaten a few days later; people who don't usually go out find themselves forced to organize a huge night out clubbing, some of them even go out to get a special dress for the occasion. I ask myself why we do this, why do we always fall into the routine of wishing each other a happy new year, as if the old one wasn't good enough to leave us with a half full glass or as if we actually believe that wearing a cone shaped hat and blowing a little trumpet thingy the new year will be better...
I hate NY eve... and as sad as it may sound the only amazing NY eve of my life was when I went with an ex boyfriend to a Disney cruise. It was exactly in 1999, we spent our blood on that trip but I think now it was oh so unforgettably worth it. I got to dress up like a princess and go on a cruise ship with a really great guy, it was like Love Boat all over again except with a lot more children (who were luckily confined to their own fun places on the ship). After that NY eve all others just couldn't match in comparison. The following are the ones I still remember:
2002 - back in Italy, got together again with my best friend from Junior High Sara, we spent the night at her house with a lot of her friends cooking and then partied half drunk in Piazzale Loreto (right by her house). Then we went to a loser party but who cares, the dinner was actually great fun.
GRADE: 8
2003 - with my ex F we decided to go with another couple to a beautiful hotel in the mountains, but he caught the remains of my intestinal virus and he spent the whole time there in bed with a high fever, yours truly playing Nurse Betty and begging hotel reception for leftover pills cuz every little town pharmacy in a 100km radius was closed for the holidays. He had soup that night, and exactly 10 minutes before the countdown we were in our room, him puking in the bathroom and me trying to stick my head out the window and ignore the gag reflex.
GRADE: 4
2004 - with my ex F. After the previous year fiasco I decided to make a dinner for us two at my house. Since it's tradition to cook fish on NY eve and fish is a food my cooking skills just cannot comprehend I spent days devising a menu and the entire NY eve afternoon chopping, mincing and ruining my pretty nails while peeling off the skin of two octopus. The night while he was eating he turns around and says "amazing, but if the octopus had been fresh from the market and not frozen it would have been even better." I just felt like shoving the entire octopus up his you-know-where tentacles first, even because after an entire afternoon sniffing fish I was so grossed out I didn't eat any of the food I had taken hours to cook.
GRADE: 7 (thanks to me)
2005 - with my ex at his house in Sicily, because I felt guilty for going out to party when his sister was having some issues, so I was so fuckin' dumb to stay at home with him, his mom and his sister (this latter one who was busy the whole night talking on the phone) playing Trivial Pursuit. And his mom complaining about how unlucky she was.
GRADE: 2 THIS TAKES THE CAKE AS WORST NY EVE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE
2006 - spent it with Helen and two of her friends. We were supposed to go to Philly at some party when we got to pick up Helen's friends in South Jersey and I got to wait hours in the chick's room while the other girl was getting her ass over from god knows where she was. Against my will we ate a Philly Cheesesteak at a grubby fast food place on South Street (I mean I lived there a year so I know there are many more great places to eat) and since it was too early to go to that party went back to Jersey where Helen and I fell asleep on the couch in the basement. Then we ended up going to some bar and celebrated with some kids I don't even remember.
GRADE: 6 (but an 9 because I got to spend it with my friend Helen, whom I missed much).
2007 - tonight I'm going to be spending it at Dada's house with friends, this is actually the best option for me even because I wasn't much in the mood to go dancing or partying. I mean, we do this almost every weekend! I am sure it will be a pleasant evening, even because I'll be with people I actually like :)
So next time I'll post on here it'll be a new year... as romantic as I try to make it sound, it's just another pain in the neck... I mean:
- I'll have to replace my amazing Lost calendar
- I'll have to remember to write 2008 instead on papers and on this website (this past year I went on until February not realizing I still had 2006 written)
- 2008 is the year of the 8, which means I'll be 28... -2 to 30 and still a spinster LOL... but this last one won't happen till December, so I won't think about it, no.
Here are miscellaneous pictures, 1 year old Tigro, this year's Christmas tree and my living room and kitchen furniture.
So this afternoon I'm heading for my parents' house where I expect a lot of eating and opening of presents. I'm usually so excited about getting presents for people but this year is different. 
I went up to my mom and asked her what she wanted, just like every year she said "nothing" and so I told her I was going to go out to waste money to get her something she didn't want, because there is no was I wouldn't get anything for my mom. Whatever, I guess Christmas is about spending time with the ones you love, so off I'll go with my expensive, unwanted presents. I will be back on the 26th or 27th, and will post something, but in the meantime enjoy the holidays and watch this crazy link I made (I know I know everyone has one but I still find it funny as hell!):
Moved these all to their own gallery, there were too many!
More coming soon :)
Il monologo di compleanno di Sarah :) a mix of Negramaro words and my personality represented by her great imagination :)
Sembra facile
Ma intanto è così difficile
Parlar di noi due.
Tato e Tata.
NON datele dell'aria..e NON datele da bere.. perché poi urla GIASTIIIN.
Come sai tu...come stai tu
che sogni una vita in riva al mare?
Copiona...
Tata spesso parla d’amore.
Quando non crolla il suo castello tra la rabbia, sabbia e sole
e quando pensa che sian dolci le parole.
Ma non le CROCS e nemmeno i Pangoccioli.
Un passo indietro ed io già so
Che è inutile negare che non sopportavo essere chiamata Patata
Ma ora ammetto
di avere torto e non ho più le parole
che muovano il sole.
Un passo avanti e il cielo è blue (americana jè)
e tutto il resto non pesa più
come certe sue parole che si muovono sole.
Tipo PIPPA.
Adesso c’è che mi sembra inutile non capirti ancora...
Vaffangul, sei una BUONA.
Se potessi far tornare indietro il mondo
Farei tornare poi senz’altro te quando sei ubriaca.
Per un attimo di eterno e di profondo
In cui tutto sembra, sembra niente c’è.
Quindi, TATA:
Stringi tra i denti quei tuoi pensieri che lisci come l'olio
vanno
infondo alla pancia quelli di ieri
speri non risalgano mai più nella gola
per non dover poi dire
mai più quel che pensi a me che non so più capire te..
me..te..me..te..me...
‘Azz, quanto sono romantica.
E non mi resta che allacciare un paio d'ali alla mia testa
e lasciare i dubbi tutti a una finestra
per quel paio d'ali fuori è ancora festa
perché non ho molto tempo, devo fare i regali di Natale,
e non mi resta..
che augurarti Buon compleanno.
Potessi trattenere il fiato prima di parlare
A volte non dovremmo litigare.
Avessi le parole quelle giuste per poterti raccontare
qualcosa che di me poi sotto, sotto no, nemmeno sotto somiglio a te.
Ma ti voglio bene.
Ed io fra le stelle
vengo a cercare quel sorriso della Richwell
che neanche il mare sa di avere
e non mi importa
quanto il cielo dovrà aspettare
a lui io dirò che neanche il mare pensa di avere grandezza uguale, alle sue tette.
Non scordarti più il mio nome
Non fra tutte le persone
Sai son quello che somiglia
Somiglia, somiglia a te: TATO!
La mia pelle è carta bianca per il tuo racconto
scrivi tu la fine
noi siamo pronte.
domani e per sempre domani, non sarà più il tuo compleanno.
Ma le amiche sono qui, tutto l’anno.
Prendimi in giro e dimmi sempre ah! Come Ninni.
Sarà per sempre lo stesso, salvo quando ti azzarderai a chiamarmi nuovamente Patata.
Altrimenti quel fucile che non ha pietà
di chi non ha pietà
stringerò tra le mani,
quel fucile che guarda
dritto a te.
È così
se ne andrà,
senza tante parole,
senza fare più rumore, quel po’(po’) di noi che si chiama Federica.
E noi resteremo
Senza fiato.
1) Where did you begin 2007?
In the United States, after celebrating with Helen some other people in Philly
2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
Completely single
3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
Always taking my certificate courses at Sessions.edu
4) How did you earn your money?
Working full time as an executive assistant and teaching English part time to a couple of students
5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
thankfully no
6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
no
7) Where did you go on holiday?
I had very calm holidays, perhaps because I didn't have money to spend on trips, but I went to Sardinia with my company in September, it was a great opportunity to see one of the most beautiful seas on earth.
8) What did you purchase that was over $1000?
My condo payments were around that amount, plus my gym membership... and the house remodeling which was 14.000 Euros
9) Did you know anybody who got married?
Daniela, Lesley, Monica
10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
not directly
11) Have you run into anybody you went to high school/primary school with?
a lot of my old friends from hs I ran into in January when I was in the US
12) Did you move anywhere?
Always in Italy
14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
Negramaro (twice), Maroon 5, Justin Timberlake and my own bellydance shows
15) Are you registered to vote?
yes
16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
I hate these shows
17) Where do you live now?
Milan, Italy
18) Describe your birthday.
A mellow but very fun evening with close friends at a place called Invillà, once my father left I got drunk with the champagne and made friends with every car at the traffic light
19) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007?
clubbed as much as I did
20) What has been your favorite moment?
making some very special friends
21.) What's something you learned about yourself?
That if a relationship goes sour after too short a time there's nothing wrong with me, but with him
22.) Any new additions to your family?
no
23.) What was your best month?
stupid question
24.) What music will you remember 2007 by?
Negramaro, and Irene Grandi's "Bruci la città"
25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?
all my friends were a blast, either drunk or sober
26) Made new friends?
so so many
27) Best new friend?
Stefania
28) Favorite night out?
I hope it'll be this NY eve :)
I'm getting ready to jump in my car and drive to my parents' house. Tomorrow morning we'll leave for the house in the mountains, where I count on spending three pleasant days walking around breathing in the fresh air and taking pictures of the holiday season. I don't know how much walking around I'm gonna be able to do though, because I just got my period, great! If you're a man you have no idea how lucky you are... it always comes around when you can't deal with it.
Well, I'm gonna miss my little baby tigro... baby not really, considering that everyone is telling me how big he's gotten... well, he will always be a baby to me!
So I just wanted to say bye for a few days, I hope to be back refreshed and happy... work has been very stressful for the past few weeks, I'm getting really tired of doing the job of two people. But that's a whole other story I don't wanna bore you with. I wanna work on a new design for the site, a holiday look just like I do every year, but I need to have my mind free of thoughts so I count on doing it when I get back. Luv ya much!
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VORREI TANTO AVERE UNA FINESTRA SUL MONDO E SEDUTA SUL DAVANZALE GUARDARE DALL'ALTO, IN SILENZIO RESPIRARE, VALUTANDO, DESIDERANDO, CIO' CHE FINORA POSSO SOLO INTRAVEDERE DA UNA STANZA, IGNARA DI POSSIBILITA' DAL VETRO CHE IL MIO RESPIRO RENDE OPACO RICORDARE, SOGNARE DI TORNARE... DI ESSERE NELLA STORIA, CAMMINANDO PER LA MIA STRADA, NONCURANTE DI CHIUNQUE MI SCRUTI DA UN'ALTRA TRISTE FINESTRA, LONTANO DA ME, MA IN FONDO NON COSI' TANTO... FR, 21/6/07 |