im home.
its weird coming from nyc/jersey back to great bridge..and great bridge is the town that i cant breathe in?
i bought a sweater with chickens on it from anthropologie. who wears a sweater with chickens? its great.
i saw chickens crammed into a truck on the drive home. i love my sweater. i didnt love that chicken truck.
so my dads cousin tony and his wife marie celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on sunday. i was kissed by many italian relatives that i havent seen since i was 10 or even younger and spoken to in a language i wish i understood a lot better. i ate and ate and the words "vienese table" made my heart swoon. ah...pastries and the tarentella...it was good to be back...and it was even better to finally be called faccia bella rather than, "faccia brut!"
my work there is done but they expect me to get married soon so...yeah.nope.
im doing laundry
all i want to do is ride my bike...
the new season of "no reservations" starts monday. that really deserves its own post.
ciao guy ciao.
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