Woobie in a Bottle

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the neighbor must have drunk too much again last night.

Since the weather forecasted 100% chance of slop, our little outing to San Gimignano was postponed. Therefore, I found it a good day to slosh around in bed till noon ... with the TV on so I can’t hear ol’ boy upstairs vomiting – no, really.  I know a hell of a lot more about the daily routines of people in this building than I should.  But since I’m only a temporary resident, I just suck it up, although – wouldn’t this be a fun way to exercise my Italian language skills???

Cari vicini di sopra (Dear upstairs neighbors),

I’m sure by now you realize, between domestic disturbances and loud bathroom habits, that every time I have to listen to YOU – YOU are going to have to listen to whatever crap TV is on at any hour of the day. VERY VERY LOUDLY.

I have nine or ten channels from which to choose – and I assure you I WILL find something that will:

1) drown out your noise;

2) serve an educational benefit for me;

3) make you shut the f*** up just so the crazy girl downstairs will quit imitating the infomercials. “Chiamate ora!” Call now!

Grazie per vostre attenzione (Thank you for your attention),

Abbracci & baci (Hugs & kisses),

La raggazza pazza di sotto che cucina sempre con troppo tanto aglio.                                  (The crazy girl downtairs who always cooks with too much garlic)                                        

Something like that.

Anywho, during a break in the rain, I took the opportunity to hang the rugs over the balcony and slosh around the apartment in a mad cleaning frenzy – to REALLY LOUD MUSIC.

C'E QUALCUNO CHE HA UNA PROBLEMA  CON IL MIO RAP FRANCESE QUESTA MATTINA? (ANYONE GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY FRENCH RAP THIS MORNING?) NO?

NESSUNO? (NO ONE?)

I didn’t think so.

Being as the apartment is only 30 square meters, the frenzy didn’t last long.  As soon as the floors were dry?

Dancing.

Yoga.

Now what?

Guess I’ll tweet something.

Fine, I’ll blog something too.

So, since it's too sloshy to drive to San Jimmy, and there seems to be a significant amount of domestic slosh here,  I poured a glass of Prelius from Maremma and declared today, “Sloshy Sunday.”

Love this photo of Ugo Tognazzi (courtesy of nisimagazine.eu)

I mean, c’mon.   My apartment is spic & span; my neighbors can't possibly have any furniture left to throw around, I’m warm, dry, cozy, & overfed; La Valigia dei Sogni (Suitcase of Dreams) on LA7 is continuing its homage to Ugo Tognazzi (who died 20 years ago this week).  (No, I still haven't seen Amici Miei yet, but I watched them film part of the fourth installment last spring!)

And I have a Cab Sauv/Merlot woobie.

I don’t really have a legal bitch, so … here’s to Sloshy Sunday!