[ disclaimer : lo so che è passato un po' di tempo dall'evento, ma ho avuto bisogno di tempo per metabolizzare] indulgendo sul sentimentalismo, potrei dire che io quest'uomo l'ho visto nascere. blogghisticamente parlando, ovvio, così come lui ha visto nascere me. potrei riportare i primi timidi commenti (miei e suoi) di quasi 5 anni fa, potrei andare a ricordare i first meetings and then the other, many in the sign of St. Simon, all in the sign of alcoholism. but come on, we are heterosexual men of a certain level and then to ban these Robette.
in short Benty (in greek βεντυ) is married and has seen fit to invite me to his wedding. to be honest was invited dj stefano, but he politely declined the invitation citing specious questions like "but how do we get there in greece? but how long does it take? but then there is drunk? you late? and if you I feel bad? is not that then fall to the ferry and drowned, And if I will ruin the shirt Turbonegro? ". In short, the usual things that make a person dj stefano difficult to estimate.
comunque ho dato le spalle a dj stefano e me ne sono andato in grecia con la mia dolce metà. tralascio i primi giorni (ma al prossimo che vi dice che la valle dei templi fa il culo all'acropoli non dategli dello sporco nazionalista) e passo direttamente a raccontare i meravigliosi giorni salonicchesi.
day 1 - the bachelor's party
benty è in forma splendida quando viene a recuperarci alla stazione di salonicco (θεσσαλονίκη), mica lo diresti che ha dormito un paio d'ore scarse e ha ancora un tasso alcolico degno di un fornelletto da campeggio. per renderci subito simpatici agli occhi della sposa ci porta a salutarla mentre sta ancora dormendo, una roba obviously anyone would appreciate. Oh well, let's say you also knew what they were facing when it decided to share a bed with one that occurred saying you know, I have a blog, perhaps you've read around and adding immediately after I ever tell you why the greek coffee is so expensive?
however we leave the sweet wife and we move in the prestigious Colombo, the legendary school established by our hero, who deals mainly with export in the land of Plato, the best products of our culture, specifically the paintings of Botticelli and the Songs by Laura Pausini. time to put our things on the ground and here is Benty already disappeared, which was launched on the streets of Kalamaria (καλαμαριά) to try to keep track of huge packages of relatives and friends around the world and all converging to the salad (μακεδονία). I can testify: Benty spent 3 days morbidly attached to his cell in an organizational effort inhumane. all without ever losing his smile and also rather cursing. Oh God, at least by the standards to which I was accustomed. Oh well, does not digress. after a quick visit to Thessaloniki, I receive a text message: already eaten? come to the tavern with us? set so it seems a simple stuff, like two olives, a salad and a greek coffee (of those with whom you smoke 3, 4, 5 even cigarettes, for instance). But no: it accepts the Bentivoglio family in full force and a dinner that even now I sometimes flavored burp melitzanosalata (μελιτζανοσαλάτα). space. Benty but is not the time to rest: there is the bachelor's party in unified networks to flou and as second best dj of Italy (guess who is the first) to open up to him to the residence. him and Tolis, the second best DJ in Thessaloniki (guess who is first) and his friend alcohol that every DJ wants to have at his side. but dj stefano. Tolis teaches me a bit 'of words in greek (άντε γαμήσου!) and I taught him out of gratitude to clear the runway in a matter of only 5 songs. Meanwhile DJ Benty gives their best by offering a selection of dry and elegant (the remarkable final touches here , contract Karelias and el pubis) that shows the public to appreciate properly, if only for the 'embarrassing number of shottini swallowed. close the soft focus at dawn, you go to eat stuff that I do not remember and go to sleep.
day 2 - the day after
old when you realize you have to carburetor fatigue after a night like the soft focus. I lively as Materazzi after the missed penalty against Siena, my lady just got better but we are still at minimum wage. Obviously this does not affect the Hound of Fabriano, you sling in the house with half an hour of sleep at the back but with an energy that leaves you flabbergasted. brings us the gift of Bern and Michael , friends of the groom, which will shortly take possession of the remaining two imperial suites hotel colombo. we go out with Michael determined to go to the beach, but the people to decide what information we ask that their daily quota of good deeds is already outdated. So show us a very intimate part of the sea: there we are 3 and some syringe. So we decided to dedicate the gyros pita (γύρος) che ci dà ben altre soddisfazioni. la sera poi, per non sbagliare, si mangia. il testimone dello sposo juan , spagnolo ampiamente inserito nel tessuto sociale salonicchese, decide infatti di preparare paella di pasta per una mandria di 40 italiani, una roba semplice semplice. tutto perfetto, solo che la serata di prima continua a farsi sentire ed è tutto un susseguirsi di sguardi liquidi e birre piccole, giusto per ricordare il sapore. anche l'aitante michele, reduce da un viaggio terrificante (amsterdam-fabriano-salonicco in poco meno di 24 ore) molla il colpo: cinque minuti prima di viene da invidiarlo per il suo essere in forma eccellente, poi si assenta un attimo e non si vede più. lo ritroveremo qualche ora dopo collassato su un'amaca. also sold him, for luck.
day 3 - the wedding
Benty wakes us, bringing us breakfast. continues to smile and hide freshness and a smile to 46 teeth, but if you look closely you realize that behind that mask lurks a ghost who asks for nothing more than a bed. a real bed, not the sofa where his wife forces him to sleep, with the excuse of oh, I'm the bride, I have to rest! has brutalized my boyfriend for 7 weeks prior to the marriage, forcing him to sleep on the couch. But it seems that Russian Benty, so everything is justified: the men who snore should be all killed, not like me when I sleep that gives off a sweet music of chimes. however, Finally, we have no way to make ourselves useful: I, Ms. Bern and we have the delicate task of translating and printing the text of the ceremony, from English into Italian. a task that seems really easy and instead turns into an odyssey: the translation becomes a real war semantics, internet point and copy shops are not found. not to mention that there are those who insist on shopping: Mica is not my fault if I find some wonderful gazelle (the 15th of my life, I believe) and blue grenade at a ridiculous price. us not to miss anything so typical lunch in a place that does not give you the dish, you eat the tablecloth. there exaggerated in such comments very typical! abbestia folk! this è la vera grecia! , ma chissà cosa commentavano quelli del locale di noi talmente fessi da mangiare l'insalata direttamente dalla tovaglia. vabbè.
di corsa verso casa con il prezioso manoscritto, fa un caldo porco. io mi ritrovo di fronte ad un bivio: avendo dimenticato le scarpe serie nere sul tavolo di casa in italia, cosa abbinare al mio delizioso vestito iena style? clarks marroni? no, dai. infradito? troppo freakkettone. e allora vai di fantasia: le mie nuove gazelle faranno la loro porca figura, dando l'impressione che io abbia carattere e stile da vendere. forse qualcuno l'avrà pure pensato, ma penso che molti mi ricordino come il coglione con il vestito da becchino e con quelle scarpe ridicole. cerimonia in comune sobria e incomprensibile ( oh, ci siamo sposati , esclama ad un certo punto benty per risvegliare i convenuti dal torpore facendoli sciogliere in un applauso liberatorio) poi il solito riso sugli sposi e via verso il ristorante, costruito direttamente sulla spiaggia in barba a qualunque piano regolatore.
qui lo capisci subito che finisce male: l'aperitivo è a base di whisky, gin e altre robe al di sopra dei 30°. non credo di aver mai bevuto un whisky e cola a quell'ora, per dire. inevitabile che alle 21 tutti siano ampiamente ubriachi a ballare rembetika (ρεμπέτικο) e urlare bacio! bacio! agli sposi grosso modo ogni 180 secondi. anche io inizio a perdere contact with my brain and then challenge you to race Tolis swearing and stuff like that, as soon as I can prove my southern embracing everyone, Benty in the first place. everything runs smoothly again until the intersection Tolis, with whom he invented a cute game: offering to anyone who happens to shottini hands of Jack Daniel's, of course we drank with the victim. we enjoy a casino, only the seventh / tenth shottino I start to remember their little. I only know that they all began to thrust into the mouth piece of bread to reduce the hangover and then I have stuck in a taxi and took him home, not before (maybe), greeting everyone.
day 4 - the worst hangover ever
alarm. valigie. mal di testa. ordine in stanza. mal di testa. scritte simpaticissime sulla lavagna. mal di testa. taxi. aereo. mal di testa. casa. mal di testa. mal di testa. mal di testa.
