The Same Old Story.
The same old story. You get to a point of the year when we inevitably begin to ask: "But a new year, what the hell do we do?". And everyone starts shooting cartridges trivial solution, unthinkable or classic. Each, in its way, something to say. There are those who want to escape from the city, who prefer to stay in the area, those who want to eat like a pig (as if you have not already done during the Christmas holidays), who wants to go dancing to disco all night and the next morning to the after part, but those who do not care last year because in the end is a day like the others and then prefer to stay at home and do not be too late for the after Matthew goes skiing (all references herein are fictitious Ciccio).
And so, in the large group of friends in the bar, always fire the general survey on what to do. Always arrives on time a person wins the prize this year Linda with his trip to Berlin, he wants to schedule it and proposed his idea in mid-October. Obviously no one seriously rope to the one sighted, so the hypothesis is discarded with accuracy with phrases like, "It 's still soon, we talk about it calmly later but I am here. "
Then, once in November is what I try to drag more people outside the walls of the same old town, in our case Imola. This year, unlike the years, we find a new entry: Simona. And 'she was to be turned on by the Florentine New Year, and tried to drag everyone in the Tuscan capital. It' was so persuasive that, of course, James (the veteran of these ideas) took the ball with her and was devoted to the organization of the evening. The initiative was initially met with great success: it seemed that they went to the ground in a dozen purple. eranto The only problems finding a hotel that harbored so many people and the means of transport with which to go to the goal. Seemingly simple problems to solve, but damn and annoyingly endless. Initially we try to reconcile all the participants with their needs: to go but the train leg back in the car because it is more convenient to return to sleep in a place near the center, but on a budget, making a mega dinner before going to the streets and end the evening in a dance hall. Result: membership jumping, chestnuts bursting to the organizers and 12 we find ourselves in 5. However, I personally have great respect for those who continue undeterred to surrender and not wanting to "escape" from Imola for the final night of the year. It is not easy to organize, take it and go. To appreciate this last year that James was in Rome with Luvana, Easter, Linda, Andrew and Bobby (by the way, what happened to it? Is still in the States? But coming back?).
And then you get to mid-December with the butts in my throat what to do. At the end comes the prince on a white horse who is given the right to do to those who do not go away. Maz was the hero with his exit: "Dinner at Poggio Pollino and then Kartodromo. Economically wasteful, it's true. But one thing to do for those who remain in Imola.
So Bar former New Year 2000 is soon marked. To recap: James and his henchmen to Florence, Moro and Nena in their home in Sestola, everyone else at Poggio Pollino (sequel to the Refuge of Gourmet last year). The boys
important is not what you do, but who does it. So I invite all those attending the ball not to break the balls on the prices of the restaurant, the menu or the program of the evening with phrases like "I'll have to come to dinner" or "What balls do not do anything." If you have come reluctantly, was at home as Fabio ago. And if you come just concentrate on one thing: fun with friends.
The only thing that matters to us that we are the ones that once again we do not know what the hell to do New Year.
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