DTX BIRTHDAY - ROME - Sunday 7 / 12 / '03
am 4 pm on Sunday and I just woke up, a bit of attack Dancefloor Jazz on the turntable and I have about two hours to get me a shower, comb my hair and clothes to prepare for the evening, I open the window and it's raining outside, never mind. Two hours they spin faster, just enough time to prepare and watch the football results on Sunday, the series B to C2. From a sports day to forget ... but who cares, I'll be among six hours on a dancefloor to dance the coolest ever all kinds my favorite Mod.
Put on the suit and tie, but take my Crombie and without saying goodbye to my house, I get on my Mini Cooper in a light rain which brings me to the airport at half past seven (PM), I flew to Fiumicino . When I "Cheek in 'wonder' cause I do not have bags or bags with me wonder even more for my clothes, all look at me and rightly so '... a face in the crowd!
Finally we leave, the Flight time is half an hour and 8 are in Fiumicino, I can miss the train to Rome for only 20 seconds because of that idiot who makes the ticket (for once I decide to pay!) that she started to talk a colleague, go to the track to ask a fucking officer of the FS when the next train to Termini and just tells me that the next part after half an hour, I am angry with him taking it badly, poor man, that has nothing to do.
Step half an hour in the cold and finding mirrors on sides of the tracks, start to look at himself because I had nothing to do, the train finally arrives, call Toni Beat and tell him I'm coming in about a half hour. How
arrival at Termini, do a phone call to Pistella of Macon, telling me to be at the station too, 10 minutes after we meet and wait for half an hour to track the Jacinta 7, from Milan. To pass the time and I go to Paul Pistella us a coffee 'shaken to the bar in front of the station, but, sad news, do not shake the coffee' (very cool for me to drink, I drink just 'cause for me and' very elegant, in fact to me the coffee 'sucks), so we opt for a cream with whiskey ice ... azz ... I decided to give up the spirits, it was already a week that do not touch 'no, better not think about it and knock' the drink and then go immediately to take the train and visit with Jacinta and Marcello Walteruzzo Palemmittano to go to the local evening.
On the way we meet with other Mods in S. Lorenzo area, first with Roscoe, Generoso and Rino in a car, then Paul and the other Bells in another, let's go ahead and still quite close to the local meet Oskar Princy, Robertone and Elisa, Tommy and Luke from Arezzo with their respective wives and Guglielmino.Siamo ready. We arrive at the local level. There 's the row entry and see that there is a disconnect tickets' Johnny along with Matt, we salute you, and crossing two cocks Daniele gives me the CD DJ of the evening made by Tonino. Shit! There 's also "In the Park" of JTQ! That's cool! Within, greeting "the king of the cialtrons" I bought your book, do a tour for a bit of healthy people ... Ale "er buiaccaro," Matthew "rogue Mod", Philip Fere, the Lads of Naples and many others. I go to the counter ask for a red bull in the faith that I did not want to drink to keep myself in shape with the line and here comes the second blow me now! Not have the red bull! Faus God! I turn to leave and I'm pissed off in front of me, Maggie and Frank with a smile that makes me calm. Since I'm at the bar decide to take a drink for all three ... two white wines and as a ... ?!..." called Havana Club Loco. " Finished I drink on the dance floor view that selects black R & B, dance and I'm fine, the parquet floor for dancing is beautiful and mocassi go almost alone, the place is beautiful and there are many people, the style, lots of Mods.
When the console is generous, I am alone in the R & B White dancing in the middle of the track, but damn me, I make so many KM to come to gigs and I also feel if people do not stop dancing!?! I do not stop anyone, then the good gene with a pair of classic Creation, Yardbirds and Stones fills the track, Jacinta pass me the beer and send you to hell my promise not to drink until Christmas and so I unleashed dances music by white fear.
Luca di Arezzo denies and does not dance all as usual and Toni with his classic Soul, 79, and this time even Disco Beat '70 (The Saturday Night Fever rules OK!) is all fun. I'll be back at the bar, you riincontro the "z" Entin, another round, this time red wine, accompanied by another "Havana Loco orange" to the console is "The King of the Cialtrons" and puts the pieces to be afraid I can not sit still when he puts the SF, Rocky Roberts and the Beat Italiano.Nella track has created a magical atmosphere Sixties, made up of boys and girls complete a very smart, which fill the dancefloor with some great dance moves.
At some point I lose, or at least I think I've lost my Crombie Tonino ago and while I try to play "Mr.Bloe" and shit, can not dance, the my soundtrack for October and November last year, that every time I listen to it brings back some good in those situations that I have spent the past two months and because of that fucking dick Crombie I did not have been able to dance! Coincidentally, the piece ends and I find the coat! Skip
little and look at the clock! Shit! Gia '4 am! 12 Hours flown away like nothing, I go to the bar, but they finished almost everything, only have lemonade and gin with Francesca will do the last 2 Gin Tonic of the evening.
At 4 and a half and ends the evening I do not know how, maybe because I'm talking about American Garage with Generous, I tuttaduno found in car of Roscoe, along with Gene and Rino and just behind the car of Paul Salerno ( the greatest connoisseur of Easy Listening in Italy) with the other Kidz Campani. Let's go to San Lorenzo at festivals and generation now has degenerated to talk to UK Psych up to our stories of gatherings of Unkel Gijon and we did.
At 5 and a half times the owner sends us e Roscoe takes me to the Termini where to take the 6 train to Fiumicino from there until 9 o'clock in the morning (now the plane to Olbia), one station before the cold, people I looked at my full perfect, all the dirt and Crombie hairstyle that she had gone to fuck off after the airport, from there to a little 'I said, to keep me company there' was the book " Fixed glass, "written by the King of the Cialtrons, Stefanini. One tip: buy it!
I woke up around 8:30 on the gate of 'the ferry to Olbia and always with the mei sunglasses over his eyes I took the plane that brought me back home, really happy for a good party to remember!
pity but 'that did not have the Red Bull! Shit! Until next
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CLOD - MMC Sec. OLBIA
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