Strappo's had a hell of a week. May I vent? Posso sfogarmi? (It means "may I vent").
1. He went out to dinner 26 times. He enjoyed one.
2. He vowed to drink less. He has, a tad. His life is not redeemed regardless.
3. He came down with shingles. I believe this is the modern name for one of the afflictions with which Yahweh smote Job. Well forgive him for being a Gay-American for Obama.
Job is the one on the ground being covered in angelic effluents
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4. He couldn't really taste wine for a week. He could no longer be The Decider.
5. He spoke Italian on the phone with a really strong American accent. He needs to get back to Italy subbito.
6. His wine shipments will be a bit late. Let's think Summer 2012.
7. He feels overmedicated. He is, but not like Cindy McCain. (That would be Liza territory.)
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8. He is in love with Sara K. Smith. Platonically, like McCain is with Palin.
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9. He longs for the food in Campania. And all the good Campanian wine to wash it down.
10. He wishes you godspeed wherever you're going. Reminder: We all die even if we floss every night.
Flossed religiously. Yet...
AMEN
As with Job, it's God's dark side
Posted by: Marco | September 09, 2008 at 08:54 AM
God as Joker. Entirely consistent with my experience.
Posted by: Strappo | September 09, 2008 at 09:28 AM
Shingles, I've heard, are very painful. Hope you're on the mend.
Posted by: Marco | September 09, 2008 at 09:53 AM
Thanks, yes, better now. Still feel, you know, ecccch. But I must be ready for Italy on Saturday! 12+ producers in 7 regions in 12 days!
Posted by: Strappo | September 09, 2008 at 10:58 AM
Drink more wine to vanquish the virus. Heal well, Grasshopper.
John
Posted by: John | September 09, 2008 at 01:45 PM
ouh maaan! you're so tremendamente divertente!!!! i can imagine THE FACE writing the post upon us...definitely i will vote STRAPPO as prime minister here in italy when the third or the fourth generation of pierpierpiersilvio berlusconi will finally come to an end.... :)
see tu soon domenico!
Posted by: fortunato | September 09, 2008 at 04:23 PM
Grazie, Fortuna'. So' contento che le mie afflizioni ti rallegrano.
Mi sento meglio adesso pero'. Ho saputo che il vino da me acquistato arrivera' entro Pasqua!
Posted by: Strappo | September 09, 2008 at 06:03 PM
Enjoy Italy, and of course feel better!
Also, I love those William Blake paitings/plates. Poor, poor Job: angleic effluents are no fun.
Posted by: wolfgang | September 09, 2008 at 07:07 PM
Strappo,
what is miss Sara/Wonkette sipping?
It doesn't look like wine, unfortunately...
Will your round take you also to Verona?
If positive, we shall definitely meet.
ciao
Posted by: alex | September 10, 2008 at 06:47 AM
Alex, Sara is contemplating a glass of bourbon. That's a fine old American drink, you know. None of your fancy old-world snob drinks like "wine".
(I'm still channeling the Republican convention. Perdonami.)
We'll be whipping through Verona on the autostrada this time. No time to visit with you guys, unfortunately.
Posted by: Strappo | September 10, 2008 at 09:01 AM
You can even buy Falaghina and Greco di Tufo in the Blockbuster in Siena. Don't think they even had a vernaccia....
Posted by: michele colline | September 10, 2008 at 10:52 AM
1. William Blake rules.
2. Really a bummer about the shingles, that must have really been horrible. Wouldn't wish those on my worst enemy. Pity about the timing, though. If it had waited a few days, you could have flown to Houston. I hear Ike is removing shingles for a lot of people there.
Posted by: Doug Cook | September 13, 2008 at 11:27 AM
You can't floss out booze.
Posted by: Lisa Qiu | September 16, 2008 at 12:44 AM