Report # 86 Monday
First day of sun on Bologna from 27 August 1863. The event deserves to be celebrated properly but they are going to be getting my things, I'm a little bit subdued today.
Oh well, it will pass (the accent is not important, more !!!)...
Friday night at dinner already started, get one of those visits that issues with the same joy that you reserved Platinette falls at home to get a strip: we had completely forgotten about the electrician who had to go to bring the antenna cable in the kitchen.
In half an hour of what he calls work but I'm disastrous calamity, he defiled the house, including the bathtub, hit with the building slip everywhere, even against the femur of the Chinese who lives with me, demolished a piece of plaster, "I'm sorry ...", but it was disconnected and left the job in half with about a hundred meters of cable antenna that I find myself among the balls: his wife claimed to house, which was late.
And all this for the rare pleasure of having lunch can also be rimbecillito dall'idiozia television program hundredfold by digital signal. Beautiful stuff!
Saturday evening, disgusted by the life of a disco-goers that has distinguished us lately, we decided to do something different: an aperitif in the middle and then pop into a pub with live music.
Cold scrotum beast of chap, pendants from place to place like cattle on transhumance. Only with less air alarm, saw the orange Campari swallowed half empty stomach.
arrival at the second room, surprise: it is a circle and comes only with Arci card and Laura did not have it. As we seek a way to get it to dent, we can not believe our eyes: come all, but everyone, with Arcigay. Now we have to say that for me it was a shocking thing: always used to attend the usual 3-4 laps, I did not suspect the existence of so many intellectuals gay patrons of nightclubs, saunas, cruising, concerts by Madonna, aperitifs and other contexts in which sfrociare, if you like. How are the alternative gay? Hard to say. Sure there are like a lot: they have humanoid form and speak our language, I found this.
The major differences are mainly in the look: they wear all indistinguishably, felted wool sweaters (if not also true for rockwool slabs), often working piquet, leading many boots, including three apiece, which is never a you break in the middle of your evening grunge and have a relationship with the sexual obsessive-flannel. The hair is then almost always arrufati, knotted, cut into bite from a camel or blindfolded combed the disheveled . I am still gay, let me drink it if that is all that natural spontaneous ... tse! These alternative
gay meet in cellars, subscale, clubs and any other place has replaced the dance floor with a parquet floor with torn and rotten boards.
Play De Andrè, organize and do their bartering cigarettes that come from fair trade, so even a dolphin was mutilated to wrap the package.
are no unpleasant smell of wild and have a much less strong than what you expect.
Tip: if you want an alternative to a gay friend, is' so you always have in the pocket of your jeans marked corduroy trousers wide, I'm greedy! You'll see how many parties when I pull!
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