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C h I sometimes excessive, it is true. Perhaps a bit 'despot, I can not deny it. Certainly I have a passion for beautiful shoes (such as Confucius said, "are the shoes that determine the elegance of a person '... I do not always add!) Are irreducible and esthetician. Ma .. even Imelda ?!?!? I mean, not that I mind this scholarly biography assonance understood, but I do with the ball in this octogenarian widow of extremist politics and unbridled luxury I really do not see us! :-)))

On the other singing is also true that if a First Lady must be compared, this can only be one that has left its mark and Imelda Marcos is certainly not gone unnoticed ....

Potendomi Frankestainianamente define myself I would say are:

1. revolutionary and complex as Eleanor Roosevelt;
2. charismatic and passionate as Evita Peron;
3. communicative and determined as Golda Meir;
4. women as vain and Imelda Marcos;
5. intelligent and ambitious as Hilary Clinton;
6. genuine eccentric like Michelle Obahma;
7. generous and chameleon like Diana Spencer ...

How would my Imelda: "I had the best of the best and the worst of the worst" but the worst let him tell someone else ...

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Tasting: good 1st, 2nd, 3rd and even 4th!

Q hen it comes to tasting our imagination materializes almost unavoidably a scarlet-bellied glass of wine from fruity, one of which I am about to speak, however, is a tasting outside oenologist while dealing with a very pleasant alcoholic beverage: beer.

But what is taste? Tasting means to assess the quality of a product in sensory terms through three stages: visual, olfactory and gustatory.

We go in the room where the event is usually organized and beer tasting theme (I just learned that you have missed the meeting for the tasting beer and sweet and I'm in a hair shirt! !), the restaurant is pleasant, crop, there are beer bottles everywhere, and the thorns are really special, break dancing I ordered a beer with chocolate ...

During the evening, not only have the pleasure of tasting beers imported noble but very rare, thanks to a zitologo - Cesare Assolari, which besides being a big fan and lover of Belgian beers it is also an ambassador - I can also know the secrets, the characteristics of production, aging and bottling that make it distinctive tastes, the more combinations that enhance the organoleptic qualities, fragrances (which to my palate would be awkward as unrecognizable).

Caesar as Charon ferries us in a world made of foam and succulent aromas, stories of Abbeys. It brings us in times and tells us how far the movement was born Trappist, as the changed methods of production and packaging of beer brewed in the monasteries, and what influence they had on these changes in terms of beer quality, the introduction of caps resin at the expense of those in cork for example, was a great innovation. As a good guide which is a cross between the serious and the facetious, Caesar does not make us miss anecdotes rather folklore collected in his many travels around the globe obviously with the same trait d'union: the beers. And after the nice run-up to start the real "Birraccanale.

beers that are presented during the evening There are four

Malheur royal cuvee brut :
this fine and fine Belgian beer, light in color and creamy head, characterized by a aftertaste of hops and apple blossoms, is the first beer in the world faithfully produced by the champagne method. The taste is dry and bitter, a vol. alc. 9%, making it suitable to accompany drinks a beer or replace a more usual in dopopasto Champaigne. We are served with parmesan cheese.

Corsendonk Agnus:

is a top-fermented Belgian beer, fermented in the bottle. It has a good bead, robust beer, light blond, slightly veiled, with a fabulous dense foam and persistent. Very fragrant aromas of cream, fruit and spices. Leaves a slight aftertaste. To best enjoy this beer is necessary, before serving, shake the bottle slightly to enable the fund formed by the debris of hops, to emerge and mix with the rest of the content, giving the beer a more opaque color and a softness greater. Even Corsendonk Agnus is the abbey beer, is brewed in the Valley and its alcohol content is 7.5%, you buy as you see it, wrapped in tissue paper as devoid of any label. We are served with cold meats and cheeses with a strong flavor of game.

Val Dieu Brown:

is a beer with a nice dark brown color with ruby \u200b\u200breflections, cappuccino-colored foam sumptuous , balanced in the sense of smell toasted, draws on the palate the flavor of cocoa and coffee with hints of hazelnut and carob. A full-bodied and rich taste of a fruity, reminiscent of dried fruit with a firm incursions of chestnut honey. Excellent abbey beer with 8% alcohol content is certainly to be annoverara between "brown" with great character.

Kasteel Brown:
this dark beer is consistent and creamy on the palate, round and fruity taste with hints of port. Brass is the second best methods Kastle Brewery in Belgium, Wallonia. A beer for connoisseurs of high alcohol content 11.5%, very suitable for sweets made with chocolate. After the cup you can see that the glass remains slightly glazed a bit 'as it is for the wines of a certain density.


a secret to avoid Barzotti exit from the premises at a tasting or a drink with friends, including a glass of beer and wine and the other swallowed a glass of plain water at room temperature. In the case of beer yeast is used to cut the (real cause dell'intontimento), thus alleviating the hangover effect.
E 'was really nice to rediscover a world and a new way to drink beer.

THANKS A particular to the organizers (as well as managers of the "Beer soot la Torre Melzo) plus at the end of the evening that we have made a gift of appreciated Orval (that our zitologo forbidden us to drink for at least 6 / 8 months time to enjoy at the height of its quality) and Caesar was able to "tell" with the wisdom typical of the beloved, the one that is able to convey to those who, like me, you noticed that every sip of beer just did not understand anything.

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SS entertainment

or I love horror movies. I love them, really. Since I was a child.

And what if after the introduction of "deep red" I China spent the night throwing up? what if after "Child's Play", the single vision of pale ceramic dolls I causes shaking and spread panic attacks? what if watching the sequel SAW (I-II-III-IV-V) - 2 hours and 1 / 4 cadafilm - I spent at least 3 / 4 of each in semiasfissia by Bassetti cotton refuge under the pillow to escape the splatter scenes?

And yet, what if her long raven hair and my daughter are gone in the wind like leaves on the end credits of "The Ring"? We want to talk about "the call"?? For a month, it was not possible to answer phones and open doors ...
But I love them ... what can I do ...

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If you want to look nice ... a little 'you have to suffer

O god its busy shopping weekend in Milan. Better the monopoly of shops and shop assistants in anonymous and far less crowded weekdays.

This weekend, however, there is a but.

the applicant and those that will fall into a state of anxiety and tachycardia molesta: the last day for an exchange of goods. In specifically, it is a gift, fattomi a month ago by a dear friend (I know, I know, I'm 31 ... or 30 days since we are in October) to coincide with my (then) next hospital ... not add more.

I have not alternative, bowing his head and neck, I decided to immolate unlikely (then you'll understand why) mission to recover the 100.00 "euros" worse spent in the history of Milanese shopping.

As is end, on these occasions, I realized almost immediately that you have lost your receipt. The author had carefully kept buying me and then gave him the exchange, but journeys between pockets, changing bags and changing hands (yes, my right to my left, do not think it went well) the same ... it is dematerialized

If only this would be a horse to keep me happy but I also forgot the date of purchase and the franchise in which the purchase was made ....

That said, aware that they have no chance in front of the meticolossissime Pignole committed Milan chasing my dream goal: fill the micro thong string underwear drawer. I try to be fierce and determined as a bag designer and marine paint camouflage makeup on my face: a tear from Pierrot.

Fortune says that one of the chain of lingerie stores is actually located not far from home. They are "lucky" because this week they blocked the course making it a pedestrian area with food stalls, vintage cars, children's rides and more All shops open! To sum it up in mathematical language:

[(+ Pedestrian area C.so B. Aires) x crowd] = [x chaos (noise annoyance + + tail)] x chaos

not give up. By air emaciated and head for the cashier jabbering things like "I was in hospital," "gave me things, well see how they lean? I do not feel anything" and then, you know things are not in use ... "I know it's been a month but knows , I told you I was in hospital ... " .***

*** In hospital for the truth, I was really there, but for a very simple intervention day hospital, with the resolution of all in a matter of hours!

After several minutes of incessant strafing sentimental and compassionate, overwhelmed by my uncontrollable diarrhea minutes, the unfortunate job see the director (a woman lit by divine un'eurea) that says "yes" more pleasant it is to be heard after the spring of Botticelli.

incredulos, and incredulous of my skills convincitorie pompous, wrong on the counter in a hurry, fearing the contents of the bag at least a permissible withdrawal by the two.

Grab my order for an arm, dragged her through the stands of the store and muttered things like "38, black, green, garters, lace, balcony, string, panties, silk .." as she grabs here and there circling like Gisele. In less than no time (2 hours and 1 / 2) 25 animals drowned by my impalpable, like Wanda Osiris, crossing the red velvet tent and breathed a sigh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ranging between lust and relief.

put and take off (not like Penelope), I feel it slip a cloth after another, the lace to tickle the subtle voile, silk ... I become slippery a mix of transparent and flowers popping up from time to time to enjoy the appreciation of my lust, love, and committed and very efficient to catch anything that gives me excited.

I think I bought all gripped by a delusion of omnipotence that the armor of whale bones and padded cups could send me ... yes, but I tell you to do? We are women for that too, right? ;-)

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IF OTHER THAN' SAME

V i ever get to feel trapped, immobilized, observed? A bit 'like a goldfish, those who are in the fairs, relegated to the round glass containers, to turn around on themselves and then, without ostentation or amusements, just a little' oxygen to pull the evening and a careless eye searches for a moment that you?

Here is this condition where I am. A condition of complete choking the life outside, one made of people, experiences, delays .... an unfulfilled dream ... in short, all those who aspire to live.

Although development of resistance to apnea in my mouth, strengthens the muscles by swimming and jumping, make me to shun the silent looks and I feel ready to take bites out of life ... rather than a shark continued to look like a carassius auratus auratus . And if only for the color (this fall that I is presented as the rage on runways autumn) also resign myself to living like this, but it is against my nature lion roaring away in the bush, but as Esther Williams and veered into the narrow spray marsh.

How? What to do?

It 'clear that I want to rebel against this project disillusioned, old-fashioned and boring, but how to escape? I see no way out but the memory of something different and far leads me to the desire to escape the memory of vast and unknown seas in which to dive as predator or prey that may matter? Although we do not risk anything. Although far, so in all, I have oxygen until the evening.

Prayers For Getting Well

Brasil

C omplice a weekend out of town (see oratorio in mountain hut trip) the "chinoiserie" today we have given me and Mars a little 'relaxation *** (I must remember to check on the vocabulary of the real meaning of this term). ***


concept of relaxation of MTP:
alarm for 7:30 to take out hordes of hairy hotels (and unfortunately not by the hour) in order that libertyana home does not become inevitably a compost heap. Since I and Mars two sports irreducible (????), harnesses man's best friend and we set off in a bar in town slydog.

Among trees, flower beds, lights, prams, traffic lights, cars, traffic lights and bicycle tow sleepy to continue letting a few blocks and the big furry (male and ingrifato) tries to tear all the little dogs that stand between its citizens and pea and walls to mate with all the old women strictly over 70 ... I would say the world is varied and beautiful because I say it.

8:10 pit stop in the human angle bar that accepts dogs and add "God bless him" for cap and buttery croissants, the unique entrarti to succeed in a circle (metabolically speaking) after 30 seconds of ingestion. With the adrenaline in 1000, moved from slow digestion, we share for the ride.

8:30 left in Vittoriale hairy Pelosini and after having been fed and watered we bring home for the scooter in the Martian bi-weekly grand prize-washing-drying rack, drying rack do you know??

10:30 we decided to go (always strictly scooter) repair of motorcycles by 50 km away from us ... because, perhaps, the case is going to review for the 21st time that cannibalizing spare parts from "movement was of Patrick" (now the pile of trash after the crash) to mount still on the motion of Mars. We arrive in gerusalemmme biker horny, and brooding (and a view po'rincoglioniti time) we roam between sly pistons, exhaust mountings and pointing here and there and shining pieces that can not even do the job.

13:40 return to base, we feed, mend, do the other's face ... and do it again a third time ...

16:30 Let's make the cut to idle (and unconvinced) Pelosi pretending to be dead to avoid the afternoon stroll

18:30 supermarket shopping orders with confidence and nice plump

19:00 aperitif shower and finally home. ..

21:30 dinner brasileira

todajoiatodabeleza get to the restaurant and in a moment we seem to have crossed half the globe and finding really do Brazil in Sao Paulo: we are sucked into bossa nova rhythms, samba, capoeira .. see palm trees and white sand beaches (well we still have to go and we are already drunk) ... sculettando whirl - I defy anyone to remain motionless on the notes of a merengue-ordianiamo Mohito 2. only when we are served (the 2 liters of Mohito) we realize that our mint mash will not be the appetizer to the entree of the evening meal but our drink ... we take it sportingly ... eh ... you know how it is better not to mix!

We 2 minutes and already drunk!

the tune of "A Benção bahia" after several minutes with head bowed on the menu: the smoke is white!

Ordianiamo starter and Churrasco (poor fools, I say now) ...

Mohit and sculettando, stirred up by the friendly restaurant - that while we filled up with croutons, fejoada, peppers and spicy sauces - we are literally thrown on the table of appetizers (buffet). A little 'perplexed note in Piattoni oval spire of the mountains to tell ... there was the slop slop multicolor confetti yellow with orange and green, sage green slop with veins pale yellow, the white slop with pink and red pieces, the slop pink with purple and green lumps and certainly could not miss the slop gray moss green with white chunks of my head (???) raises a huge question mark ... gosh the eye wants its part, is not it??

boh, based on what criteria? color?? grain?? smell ????... ma! in doubt ... and while I take all the slop by the method of load trowel Bergamo bishop further than meatballs ... and then the crispy empanada and many others do not know what, very, very inviting. What to do? Now we have to shovel homogenized, but we certainly can not let down these delicacies??

Ok, agreed! Comme d'habit (perhaps I should say comme mort de fam) as we load our plates at the table of caritas sly and watchful and then sit back down. The restaurant looks fun with a wry smile in the middle between the bastard ... and only after we understand why.

the end appetizer (without even having the need to digest it) we were able to turn in a superlative one famous scene from the exorcist, guess what? While chameleon change color resembling more and more yellow on the walls of the room ... tadadadà twist ... nell'incalzante sound of a Jamba, the nell'inebetitudine commensato emerge swallowed by a staircase from the floor (which was the infamous Dante's Inferno?) and two half-naked black venus sculettanti. The oculo-orbital spheres begin to rotate in unison with their asses ... amused and excited by such a splendor by now under the thumb of Caribbean rhythms and strange quizzically known that Mars and Martians indifferent I would say these are immune, almost embarrassed.

back ... I'm not in my imagination would tie his tie on his head and jumping on the tables, to unbutton their shirts and twirling their napkins on their heads singing aeiouy aeiouy ... ... ay ay ay ay caramba caramba. .. instead NADA, NADA DE NADA ignore them, they look at each other (???) Ok beginning to think that everyone in the room were lost love women who accompanied them and that none of these men were interested in that aspect of a woman (mmmmm! ?)... I continue to have the questioning look ... ... while the two dancers disappear, leaving the scene of the man churasco. Appears and disappears, circling around the tables with skewers varied crammed with every gift of God. Slice with a scimitar slices of meat like butter that we easily seize the special Pinzone ..... gnnnnaaaam churrascone and the other between the two dancers emerge and disappear at an ever more cheerfully borne and entertain us. Mars and the other aliens are unlocked only when they know that the pink part of the room is tipsy and out of control. They began to agitate to steal the buoy to make the trains and to dissect with the two women's eyes ... and nose so I would say that as the pig ... has not thrown anything away!