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!
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