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21st birthday in Vegas!

Finally I find the time. I’ve been postponing for so long that I’m ashamed of myself. But in between one thing and another I barely have the time to breathe. Before even starting I’d like to say sorry to all those people who wrote me personal e-mails waiting for an answer. I promise I won’t forget; just give me a few days more to get organized. ns22

When I was thinking about writing this article, I felt like I had to say something more than “I went to Vegas for my 21st, dude. I got wasted, I did stuff I cannot even try to describe because it was so crazy, you wouldn’t believe it.” Well, I want to reveal why people call me Pinky. Why? Because it’s somehow related to the day I was born and I feel like that many of you call me so, but have no clue about the meaning behind it.

On the 17th of September, 1989, there was born a purple baby: Francesco. Purple? Oh yeah, indeed. When he was still inside his mother’s belly, the umbilical cord nearly killed him by causing an absence of oxygen. His parents and his siblings were worried about it, but a few days after this weirdo was born, the color became lighter and lighter, almost normal. Just one part remained purple: one big spot right on the bottom of his back. His big brother then somehow, suddenly came up with the ridiculous nickname: Pinky. After 21 years this nickname is still alive. Fortunately here in California none of his friends know about this silly nickname but once he is back to Italy he is sure to find people who are still calling him Pinky – his father included.

Well, after this short story about this unfortunate baby, what about going back to My 21st birthday?

After renting a KIA Spectra, at 10 AM Miss T. and I left San Diego headed to Las Vegas Nevada. Miss T.? Didn’t she go back to Brazil? Yes, she did. She also came back to California just for me, willing to celebrate my birthday together. Over there, my actual roommate Pin – went there by plane – was impatiently waiting for us. So what we were waiting for? Let’s hit the road dammit!

A marvelous view accomapanied us for the duration of the journey.

After 500 miles or so, at around 3 PM we arrived feeling better than what we could imagine.

Once we checked in at the Golden Nugget, we changed and we went to the swimming pool downstairs. The sun hit so badly that we had to hurry because the air was close to be unbreathable. The first thing came up in mind was to get a drink as the mature boy I turned to be, so I got my wallet and my passport and with a puffed chest I asked for 2 Vodka Redbulls, waiting for him to carefully check my id.

Zero. None. Nada. I paid and I went away with my drinks and a sad espression on my face. How was that he didn’t card me at all for such an alcoholic beverage like a Vodka Redbull? I remembered how they used to asked me the id for a freakin’ water and now that I ordered a drink for men, nothing, nada. It sucked!

After a couple hours spent in this awesome swimming pool we went in the room upstairs enjoying the comfort of one of the best king bed I’ve ever ██████ in. (Thanks for the censorship Gonzo.)

At night, we ended up being so tired that we really couldn’t do anything more than taking a walk on The Strip, the main street in Vegas and enjoy the night lights, which was not little anyways. Miss T. thinking that it was funny, bought one of those alcoholic slurpy kind of things served in a stripteaser glass that tasted delicious and looked ridiculous at the same time. And, by the way yes, Miss T. got jealous that I was touching the glass’ butt! ns27

The day after, feeling much better, we decided to hit the road as early as we could to go to the Stratosphere, the highest hotel in Vegas which is equipped with roller coasters right at the top of it. On our way to the car, we passed across the swimming pool. Why should we have been in a hurry? A couple hours in the swimming pool just to start the day in the right way wasn’t going to hurt anyone. ns3

around 12 AM we left the swimming pool headed to the sky.

After riding the X-scream we decided to leave the Stratosphere to go where Pin was waiting us. On our way down, I saw a young girl that was taking caricatures and I really couldn’t resist. I’ve always liked caricatures; they exaggerate  the unique features of someone in a funny way. I just love them and I love this one in particular.

After almost one hour of walking up and down to Vegas, we found Pin (it is still hard to… I’d rather  say it is still an impossible mission to comunicate with him on the phone). I still remember that episode where I was trying to teach him how to say “buddy”. Instead of saying “buddy” he would say “party”. And I was like, “no dude, not party, buddy! Check this out. You are saying P not B. Do what I do: B-B-B…BbBbBb”, and he went like “P-P-P…Pp Pp”.

Well Miss T. had the clever idea to frame this moment.

Pin and I love to take retarded pictures together. Our favorite pose is the one where we need to stay as serious as we can. Some people think we are just stupid, others think we are hilarious. Obviously, we are hilarious.

After a couple pictures, we went shopping at one of those big malls. I got a nice pair of shiny black shoes for the night: when you want to party in Vegas you better look fine because they let you enter in the club just if you are perfectly matching with all those other rich figli di papá in there. Got the shoes. Got the energy. Got the age. What the hell? What can stop me now?

Thanks God, the party is around the corner. The adrenaline is coming up. Vegas, the night, oh my God I still feel it inside me!

We got dressed and around 9.30 PM we were already in line to get in. I had to sell one of my lungs to enter but Jesus Christ it was worth it!

Well XS is the only club I’ve ever been so far here in America so I don’t really have much to compare it with, but I can guarantee you that we don’t have anything like it in Italia!

Every time I go to Vegas I feel like I go the City of Sin and the whole idea is very exciting… Hundreds of buildings designed to entertain people (and get their money) but, at the same time, give them the highest level of excitement that can’t be found anywhere else. Vegas makes you feel important. Then, once you get home with minus $200,000 in the bank account you also feel miserable, but damn, it is worth it!

Thanks Miss T. Thanks Pin. I love you!

P.S. In this article I said everything and nothing of what happened over there.

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” No doubt about it!

I’m still puzzled.

It’s 2.47 AM. I am at a party that Miss T. and her friends just thrown.

After a few beers I decide to go to the bathroom. I try to open the door but it seems to be locked; I realize that someone is inside. I knock the door once. Nothing. I knock the door twice. Nothing. I think someone is inside tossing cookies or something so I decide just to stand against the wall waiting for a miracle.

After a few minutes a see a tall and good looking girl coming out who looks everything but drunk. Completely clueless, I enter in the bathroom, i lock the door still wondering though what she was doing for so long. Whatever. I’m in front of the toilet I start peeing but after a few seconds I realize that the toilet seat is still down. I make a pause, I pull it up and then I continue. After a relaxing and good minute piss had in complete silence I button up my pants. I flash. I turn around zipping my zipper up when a fucking smily guy comes out from the fucking shower.

He is like, “calm down man it’s not like you are thinking.” I am like “Jesus Christ what the fuck are you doing inside the shower I mean, Jeeez I swear you freaking scared the shit out of me. Damn it!” After 10 seconds of intense owkwardness I am like “Screw you! You are the one that at the last party was trying to screw that girl on my bad, aren’t you? I told you the last time, take a towel go to the beach, (because in San Diego there are beaches), and you go doing whatever you want, alright? Already told you man, not inside the house, and not in the bathroom Christ sake. I mean, how romantic. And lastly, not because I wanna be a bitch, but you knew somehow that this was gonna happen. I mean, people, at parties, need to go the the bathroom sometimes, you know? Look the next time add foreplays to your intercourse so everybody is going to need to use the neighborhood bathroom, alright? Ok now I go. Oh actually there is one last thing: when before you could have been the one who was screwing the girl in the bathroom, now that we go out the bathroom together you are the sucker faggot. Haha, hopefully nobody will see us…”

I don’t see the guy anymore; I wonder if he actually went to the beach with the girl or he went away cause I umiliate him or something.

You were not there guys but I got so – damn – scared! I wish you could have seen it.

For today this is all.


I dropped the girl I was dating cause of a drug dealer.

I just got a new bicycle from Charlie.

I got my iPod stolen by a Mexican bitch.

I partially planned my trip to New York with Frost for this coming summer.

I started drawing when I want to get relaxed.

I watched Hannah in her eyes right before she died.

I promised to myself I will start to play drums.

I just saw a couple of Chinese taking a picture of their Starbucks coffees.

I donated ten dollars to Haiti and then I got the number of the girl who asked for the donation.

I had a week of neck pain for unknown reasons.

I drank three shots of tequila to make it go away cause I had no painkillers.

I had a two day back pain right after that for unknown reasons.

I am letting my hair grow like Gallingani, but better.

I got an amazing leather jacket from my friend Peter.

I realized how much I love to make drama in my life.

I started thinking of how much I am sticking to this place.

I started wondering how it will be when I’ll need to be back home.

I copied part of my history midterm from one of my classmates.

I finally learned how to pronounce the words “neightborhood”, “girl” and “careful”.

I am having a very good time with my roommate Tabata.

I helped Charlie clean the garage and it wasn’t a nice experience.

I watched Se7en again and I remembered how much I love that movie.

I played a twelve player poker tournament and I finished second place.

I found out that my actual grade in math is an A, beating my expectations.

I was in a coffee shop and a fifty year old gay told me I had beautiful eyes. I said thanks (…).

I am seriously thinking about staying here to get my four year bachelor degree.

I lost my wallet with seventy dollars in it.

I got it back with seventy dollars in it.

I will become part of Big Brothers Big Sisters of America some time this month.

I dreamed about my sister.

I just finished writing the 100th post of Full Immersion Nel Megalomanismo.

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Zoe and Madeline.

For all the people who were asking me for updates about my new misterious date this is it. Zoe and Madeline, her sister, are two twins. These are some photos of them a year ago.

Madeline & Zoe.

Zoe in the front, with Madeline behind her.

My favorite one.

“The Beep” – Based on a true story

It’s 4:16 am. Silence spreads all over the house: no sounds at all. Francesco, covered by at least 12 blankets is sleeping inside his comfortable twin bed. His roomate Felipe, joined with a couple Brazilian friends, left home yesterday morning, decided to spend the weekend in Las Angeles also known as LA. Francesco is by himself in the room. The sun hasn’t risen yet. The darkness is still part of San Diego city. But something is about to happen. Something very annoying is ready to ruin Francesco’s morning and freak him out very bad.

Beep (an elettronic and loud sound occurs the room).

Francesco opens his eyes. He checks the time: it’s 4.17 am. He doesn’t understand why he’s awake. He rolls on his right side even if he normally prefers to stay on the left one.

He likes the way how his two pillows are so soft and comfortable piled up the way they are, one on the other. He likes to hug one of them when he sleeps. After a few minutes, he refalls asleep.

Beep (the same loud sound again).

Francesco, kind of disappointed and with a bit of anger, opens his eyes again. Checking the whole room around, he’s wondering what’s going on. His face looks very sleepy and one of his eye is barely opened. “What the hell is that beepy noise breaking into my dreams?”, he is wondering while he is drooling on his pajamas. The high frequency of the sound made him confused and uncapable to understand where it came from. He checks his cellphone even though he knows it doesn’t have that kind of ringtone, and most important thing, he realizes that the day before he didn’t set any alarm clock for the day after. His cellphone’s screen doesn’t show anything other than the regular background image picturing three palms tree and a couple surfs leaning against a wall and the actual times shown in the middle of it: it says 4.21 am. The cellphone is not the problem.

Beep. beep. beep. (the sound occurs in the room again).

He suddenly stands up and starts killing everything which could make an elettronic sound like that one. He takes off batteries from the roomate’s laptop, the bedside clock, the wall clock, the wireless joystick of the Xbox (even if it sounds stupid… yes, he did it) and for being sure he unplugs the room phone, the Xbox and the charger of the camera Nikon D40. After a short amount of time he actually decides to turn off the whole power strip which includes television, a few speakers, a desk lamp, a broken dvd player and a working one. Satisfied of his work he goes back to sleep.

After ten minutes of silence he prodly thinks he won the battle. Yes, he thinks he won it against the beeper, whatever it was.

Beep. (the same sound again).

Eyes open again. Francesco is terrified. He doesn’t even try anymore to find the “guilty” elettronic device which is ruining his sleep. He goes to the kitchen to make himself some tea to calm down and relax. It’s cold in there, even more than it was in the bedroom. He is shaking but he is comforted by the fact that the hot tea is almost ready to warm up his cold body. He takes his cup of hot water out of the microwave and in it he steeps some black tea he found into that little mexican figure on ledge above the sink. He seats down on one of the bar stool next to table and he finally takes a seep of his bitter tea.

Beep. Beep. Beep. (the sound comes from the room, far away from the kitchen but still there).

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck the hell it’s wrong this morning”, loudly talking to himself. He leaves the tea on the counter running than forward to his haunted room. “The cell phone!” he thinks. Francesco remembers he hasn’t tried to turn the phone off yet. “That’s the last thing remained that can make that annoying sound”. He quickly opens the cover up and hitting the phone against his carpal, he makes the battery pops out. “It’s been a piece of cake”, he says. “You were the one, such a bastard. I swear to God tomorrow I’ll sue AT&T to be making defecting ph…”

Beep. (another annoying noise occurs in his room).

He wants to punch something but at the same time he wants to cry. He doens’t know what to do. He checks the time: it’s 4:58 am. “Cristo, voglio dormire”, swears in Italian.

It’s been almost 40 minutes that Francesco is been trying to sleep even if the sound drives him crazy. He tries to cover his ears with the pillow unsuccessfully. He doesn’t like his pillows anymore. He is rolling around inside his bad, like a carp kept outside the sweet water of its own river would do.

Suddently, a shocked expression on his face: he just remembered that sound. Yes, it was something he has already heard in the past. He heard that sound when Tim, his old roomate, was still living with him. “Oh my God, it doesn’t make any sense”, he thinks, “it cannot be that!”. He gets closer and closer to the thing. With a intrigued expression, he observes the thing for a few minutes waiting for a cocrete prove. He doesn’t feel anymore the tiredness. Now he is like an impatient hunter about to kill his prey no longer far enough to escape from him. He is as close as he can, about to put his hands on it and then disconnect its battery forever.


“Shit. Damn it. You fuck ass. My fucking ears. Fuck. Jeezzz Crist my Ears. Ahhhh!”, swearing by himself in the room. He quickly opens that little rounded yellow device attached to the ceiling and with violence he rips the battery out of it obtaining then the deserved silence.

That was it. That was the end of the defective fire alarm installed in Francesco’s room.

The thing

The thing

Here, another old experience with the same fire alarm.

Avatar: What did you think?

Hello readers. Today I decided to post this poll because the movie Avatar has been realeased in Italy (which it is a shame considering that we are the last country in the whole world which can watch it). Afterwords, take a few seconds and, trying to be as objective as possible, make your vote.

I am going to stick this article at the top of the page for 10 days to reach as many votes we can.

Remember that all new posts will be shown below (if there are gonna be any ns27 ).

Of course if you have some impressions you want to share with everybody the comment option is also available.

Thanks for dedicating your time! ns3