Among the things I miss there are definitely parties. When I speak of parties I'm referring to those situations where you are typically Milanese by chance or to put it in simple words: Pit!
Those calls that you turn to your friend in which he shot his colleague who in turn received by my neighbor's house for an accountant who works for a newspaper that X could be as Vogue Metro. Just consider those e-mail forwarded so many times that the object has so many "I" that looks like a binary code.
These parties, based on my limited experience, can be divided into two categories: those really cool to tell your friends until you do not atherosclerosis has wiped that last memory from my youth, during which you spend your time wondering how did you get while you pleased with yourself for the ability with whom you have worked around the obstacle "to the door type who can not find your name on the list" and the really unlucky during which you ask yourself 'cause you were not at home watching the hockey on the grass derby vs Fourth Oggiaro Abbiategrasso so that was better, but I think the open bar consuls.
Yes, because the feature of the festivities in Milan (as well as' the argument for at least 85% of the "invited" to attend) is that you drink (and sometimes we eat also) for FREE!
Let once and for all and we must stop making cool interest in the presentation of the new schedule of La7 even if we work in a bank or presentation of the new collection of emerging fashion designer of the moment personally selected by Anna Wintur if their models parade when we give them away for make the queue at the bar!!
That said I have to admit that the parties really cool I have seen some, but what I want to speak at this time are the festivities apparteneti other category.
I take inspiration from what has happened to me a few days ago when my friend Erika invited me to present the new calendar that strappona can not remember the name absolutely has done for the magazine For Man (culture stuff!). Honestly, the only suspect, but I got groped by location: Prince of Savoy hotel, you do not go there??
We get careless to miss this appointment with the worldliness of the C series and I find with my deep disappointment that I was completely wrong dress code and that was the only one with lower heels 11cm (note: I had the dancers !!!). Discharged the fact that barely arrived in the hip of the lower of the other partygoers, I take a drink and I sit down on a couch ready to kick off the sport preferred by women: the cutting and sewing on other women!
In situations with a high concentration of beefy as this, the attitude of we women follows a trend starting from the applicant, "my mother that her pussy is so beautiful I want to die!" to end the "what an ugly bag, will also be false," going for the classic "are all redone, I used to look like the boat the sea when I was little."
On this occasion I must say that I also raised my favorite phrase: "but what did the surgeon incompetent boobs so large a body so thin?? It's terrible!" (Comment only female who obviously has never even come close to less than 5km from a male brain). It goes without saying that all these deep thoughts hidden (not too well) that is growing envy spend your way of approaching night from "skinny that: I will never eat even more '" to "I'll never so much so cool is filled up with sandwiches! "
But back to the reason for the insertion of that party in caregoria too unlucky: the participants!
"Events" of this kind are populated by retired unknown appeared for more than 3 minutes (not necessarily consecutive) in television and immediately turn your photographic memories for years to the sound of "where I saw that one there? Telesales Monika sport? ". "But no, he was sitting one evening at the restaurant next to the girlfriend of the caretaker of that footballer Cervia has been a guest on Barbara D'Urso!" Ambhè, then a Hollywood star!
What then I ask you, dear organizers of these parties, who believe that we are all fools and we do not know that those four derelicts-like to be famous do you pay?? I do not know if you can convince one that in a bit better known cousin of the tissue to participate in your party in exchange for a nokia from 80 € (and I speak from personal experience), those of sub-models of the Postalmarket have convinced a Ticket Restaurant?!?
See Daniele Interrante issuing of the interviews (I think the magazine Esselunga) by the cool wearing a panama down (which made him look more 'imbecile than it already is, if anything was possible ...) arm wrapped in paper to his girlfriend of Ferrero Rocher to move me the desire to enjoy an open bar and I decided to go home.
the door me and my friend we allow ourselves the last "participant observation" of the evening:
Me: "but because this has an elegant dress with scapre of sports?"
Erika: "Mother dear, you can not look! will be a new trend? "
Me:" Eh, what that is too stupid to match the clothes, shoes and too unlucky to have a personal stylist! "
ppppposto A, we can now return home and go to sleep serene: well tonight we made our contribution to making the world a better place!
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