Ciao Ciao
My mother wants to know more about my life, both in words and in pictures. Well, too bad, Ma. Today was dark, windy, icy, and altogether terrible weather for photos. Right now, my camera batteries are charging in anticipation of the coming weekend. Tomorrow is the taping of The Late Show with David Letterman, which I am attending with Auntie Em, who is making her triumphant return to the city of her wild youth, this time with her husband and three kids. Thursday Stinky arrives for a hot Thanksgiving feast prepared by myself and the good folks at Boston Market. Who knows what the rest of the weekend holds, but whatever it may be I will document it with sharp photographs and a rapist wit.
Until I can properly update you on my life, you'll have to make do with what used to be my life: Tuscany. For better or worse, most of you weren't around when I returned with photographs and stories of my summer abroad. So, as winter wraps her icy fingers around us, gaze upon these images of a sunny, happy place...
Here is my little house.
The infinity pool. Infinitely beautiful. Infinitely relaxing.
Irene taking a break from biking around Lucca.
Performing our signature pool party trick.
Me and my little Italians.
One of the many Passionist crosses found along the roadsides.
Man, that looks like another planet. How dare you have such a charmed life for a few months? Thank God you're working on being miserable like the rest of us.
Also, why are you reading a second Chuck Pal-a-nuk book when the first one sucked? You really are a glutton for punishment.
I say you can skip the pictures of NYC in winter. In fact, you don't really have to post pictures of yourself at all. Just keep posting nice sunny pictures of the Italian countryside or bunny rabbits or chocolate.
Thanks!
The infinity pool. Infinitely beautiful. Infinitely relaxing. -yeah. i was in an infinity pool once. not exactly what i expected. you remember that scene from the movie "showgirls" with the champagne and the fountain? well picture the EXACT opposite of that. seriously though, i thought you just photoshopped yourself into some kind of shit "Come to Olive Garden" ads. infinite breadsticks. now that's charmed.
Her pictures made me think of Olive Garden too.
er, i think that's a rapier wit. unless you meant to say a wit like a rapist, and that's not funny at all.
MOM. You're KILLING me. You've known me for 22 years and you can't recognize a blatant Dumb and Dumber reference? Turn in your badge, "Mother."
Oh, sorry, I don't speak movie.
i wish you were my mom.
I wish I were SOMEONE's mother. My maternal instincts are largely unappreciated here in sunny Florida. My child and I would have so much fun driving in large SUVs and eating sugary breakfast cereals.