And now a message from my “Sponsor”

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Mi scusi. I haven’t posted in a very long time, but Mr. Slattern and I are in the throes of our yearly pilgrimage to the land of Beppe Grillo, sidewalk opera and five dollar bottles of quality wine, which almost invariably lead to intimate encounters of one sort or another with the carbinieri, most of whom are the soul of understanding and patience, or so I have found. In any case, I stumbled upon this little missive to the masses in a pissoir somewhere in the hills of Tuscany and was hoping one of you might be able to decipher it.

photo Italia

In case you are wondering, I have found that the purchase of a bottle or three of Barolo tends to make even the most recalcitrant barman or shopkeeper entirely willing to cough up the keys to the squatter at almost any time of the day or night. And isn’t it lucky that I can make a drink with nearly any ingredients and in virtually any state of inebriation? A real lifesaver of a skill, let me tell you.

More as events unravel. Ciao ciao, belle!

About WSW

Writer, wife, mother. Toiler in the bottomless, black, soul-sucking coal mine of domestic life. Thank God for the portable bar.

Posted on April 3, 2014, in Cocktails!, Travel and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Can’t help ya, but welcome back KS

  2. Making a drink in the bathroom isn’t really my idea of a good time, but for 50 cents, why not?

  3. Sounds like you are having a rollicking good time! Looking forward to the stories when you return!

  4. hahaha! Sounds like a skill a pretty bored out of his mind engineering student could use!

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