And now a message from my “Sponsor”
Fitty could not be reached for comment
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.
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!
Posted on April 3, 2014, in Cocktails!, Travel and tagged Barolo, Fitty cent, Humor, Italy, Kitchen Slattern, Slattern. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
Can’t help ya, but welcome back KS
Making a drink in the bathroom isn’t really my idea of a good time, but for 50 cents, why not?
A penny saved, as they say. And with current exchange rates on the Euro, every penny counts.
Sounds like you are having a rollicking good time! Looking forward to the stories when you return!
Oh, you have no idea. Well actually I guess you do, which is just one of the many reasons we love you like we do.
hahaha! Sounds like a skill a pretty bored out of his mind engineering student could use!
Take my word for it, this is a critical life skill. Thanks for stopping by!