Rocking it out in the middle of nowhere near Piacenza

let me finish this weekend before i already get behind and another weekend is here...

anyway...we had fun at rolling stone.

we met a cool girl from enitrea. she was bored and her friends asked if she saw anything interesting. she pointed out me. i think it was because i was dressed sharp - sport coat.

who knows...anyway, she was really chill. we exchanged numbers, and i intend to call her.

saturday night...

well, we didn't get home from the club until 5 am the night before. the dawn was just appearing. can the dawn appear? i don't care. fuck it.

anyway, cam has a teacher friend who is in a band. so, we ended up going.

originally, deborah, who just turned 30 the other day...thanks for telling me...or maybe you did?

i just realised that i suck at writing...well, i think i lack the patience to write well.

so, here is the condensed milk...

we went outside of milan, to piacenza.
we had deborah pick us up instead of have to take the tram outside of town to hitch a ride (pure laziness and selfishnesses driven.
cover band with some good musical talent
dinner was eh. overcooked meat...not typical of italian cuisine.
we got wasted, had a good time, then came back to milan.
smoked qualche canna with the bass player, mike.
went to this spot on naviglio grande, in & out. i know the name is great...

enjoyed some last minute music, hung out with some cool kids from cattolica.
cattolica and bocconi are supposed to be rivals...i dunno...i didn't sense it!
anyway there was the super cute girl from puglia...i wanted her and i think she was young too, which is a huge plus.

since i turned 30, i have been lusting/longing for younger and younger women (within reason of course!)

from now on 18-25 is ideal no matter how old i get...

that finishes the weekend...i got a little impatient so i hit FFW on the story telling. perhaps in future i will take more time. not tonight.

well, my body is still suffering for the torture i gave it from this weekend. my 30-year old self is not as resilient as it once was.

let's just make a mental note not to do that to my body again for at least a month. sunday i tried to recover without any luck. i was hung over like a €2 whore over a dumpster in the alley. some mischievous guy is counting money next to her...

anyway, long story short, it took all of yesterday to recover...and i still didn't recover.
oh yeah, and i think i broke my hand (again) playing the tambourine.

FUCK!

i have a busy 2 months before vacation at work.
no time for these shenanigans until august.
be good.

peace out.