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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!

Odore d’estate

Stamattina ho respirato per la prima volta l’estate nell’aria.

Ti svegli e sai che e’ vacanza. Ti senti libero. Mi piacerebbe davvero riuscire a descrivere questa sensazione, ma non e’ un’impresa per niente facile. Cos’e'? Sara’ il sole fuori dalla finestra? O e’ il flusso d’aria fresca che entra dalla porta aperta di camera mia? Sara’ l’orario che dice 9.34AM ma io sto’ ancora dormendo con tanto di bava sul cuscino, caccola all’occhio, e gamba scoperta che penzola giu’ dal letto. Apro gli occhi a fatica e’ la prima cosa a cui penso e’ spiaggia.

L’odore del sole e’ davvero inebriante oggi. Certo che il sole ha odore; come l’intenso blu del cielo verso le due di pomeriggio ha odore. Per non parlare poi di quella brezza che proprio quando te lo scordi ti ricorda che e’ estate.

Si, stamattina mi sono svegliato proprio di buon umore. Il corso estivo di fisica e’ finalmente finito. Il pensiero che in un mese potro’ andarmi a bere una birra con gli amici dopo mangiato mi eccita non poco. In programma, due notti a Las Vegas con Miss T., un paio di amici, ed un paio di galloni di Martini. Se tutto andra’ come deve andare il 17 Settembre verso le 8 di mattina dovremmo essere sulla I-15 diretti verso il Nevada.

Ma senza perdere troppo tempo, torno immediatamente al 18 Agosto, mi indosso il costume, prendo il telo da spiaggia, mi metto gli occhiali, chiavi, cellulare, e Ipod in tasca e via che esco di casa: destination Pacific Beach.

Una giornata stupenda. Ho addirittura deciso di fare il bagno (giusto per evitare fraintesi, qua a San Diego non e’ rituale fare il bagno a meno che tu sia un surfer equipaggiato con tanto di tuta termica. L’acqua qui a San Diego e’ gelata.)

Verso le 5 di pomeriggio torno a casa. Raphael, uno dei nuovi studenti, ha appena comprato una longboard della Sector. Non perdo due minuti ed esco di casa per provarla. Una longboard non ha nulla a che fare con un normale skateboard da strada. Diciamo che paragonare una longboard con un normale skate e come paragonare una moto da cross con una moto da strada: con la prima ci fai impennate, sgommate, salti, e trick di vario genere, mentre con la seconda scheggi tra una macchina e l’altra ad alta velocita’.

Dopo una decina di minuti, giusto il tempo necessario per adattarsi alle differenza della nuova tavola, comincio ad andare a scheggia su e giu per la pista ciclabile della Liberty Station una zona a due metri (o meglio quattro piedi) da casa. Qui, mi sono immerso in una bellissima zona di San Diego mai vista prima.

Verso le 7 di sera torno a casa.

A San Diego e’ finalmente arrivata l’estate. Ritardataria, ma anche lei si e’ fatta viva.

Nei pressi di Seaport Village

Ciao ragazzi.

I mondiali sono cominciati. Io di calcio non ne so un tubo pero’ sono quasi certo del fatto che se il Paraguay fosse stata una squadra di cui bisognasse fare attenzione ne avrei sentito parlare. Va bene che in Sud America non fanno altro che giocare a calcio, perche’ poi e’ uno dei pochi modi per fare carriera, ma io davvero del Paraguay… mai sentito parlare. Salati, Dado, chiunque ne sappia qualcosa piu’ di me, cosa ne pensate di questa prima partita? Comunque meglio un pareggio che un sconfitta…

Tornando a noi, ieri ho pensato di tornare nei pressi di Seaport Village per scattare un paio di fotografie riguardanti “alberi artistici” distribuiti su piu’ di un miglio di costa. Alcuni erano proprio orrendi, altri invece molto artistici ed originali. Alla fine della mostra la ciliegina sulla torta: una statua rappresentate la famosa fotografia del bacio tra il marinaio e l’infermiera scattata il 14 Agosto del 1945 in Times Square. Ieri vi ho portato le mucche, oggi vi ho portato gli alberi! ns22

Per oggi e’ tutto. Alla prossima e… Forza Azzurri!

Un nuovo componente in casa Graves


San Diego Zoo

Mi hanno convinto ad andare allo zoo. E ci sono stato per ben tre ore. Si, va bene che ci sono animali stupendi come la giraffa ed il panda ma dopo un’oretta purtroppo, si manifesta il conosciutissimo abbassamento della sacca scrotale con conseguente dolore ai testicoli, conosciuto anche come “rottura di maroni”.

Ecco le foto:

Ci sentiamo alla prossima ragazzi!

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.

Buon Natale a tutti!

Un Buon Natale a tutti quanti dal Vostro Babbo Natale con tanto di “naselle”.. ho ho ho ho.. ns3

[aggiunto il 26.12.09] P.S. Ho finito di costruire il presepe venuto fuori dal calendario dell’avvento della Lina Bortolina.