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Color! Color! NOW, NOW NOW!

Here it is, my home in Rome. I am totally stoked. This place is a stellar deal compared to renting a hotel room in Rome. And there is a STEREO.

I love waking up whenever I want to in Italy and making my own coffee. That alone is reason enough to rent an apartment instead of a hotel.

During my first trip to Italy, I went to a restaurant in Trastevere where you you walked up this long staircase lit by candles to the dining room, and there it was that I had my very first Italian pizza. It was like eating in a castle and it was like eating a revelation. Then I ate some profiteroles (another revelation.) I will never, ever forget that meal and I want to go back and find that restaurant. In fact, I think I might not even leave Trastevere on this trip, since I have never really explored it.

On a domestic note, today I saw a woman in the supermarket with huge fake tits and a tight black T-Shirt that said, in rhinestones, BOTOX. I kid you not.

I’ve been spending a lot of time at The Vine. If one more person says “it’s like Your ‘Cheers’ ” I am gonna smack ’em. (Kidding.) Last night I was in there way too long and it was a fun, also interesting, evening. One of the other uber-regulars is the guy who owns the hair salon next door, and for some reason we had never spoken, even though I know he’s been wanting to talk hair in the past, as I had seen him looking at mine on several occasions.

Last night we hooked it up. He doesn’t like my hair, doesn’t work with my skin tone, I was all ready to hate him but I couldn’t, because he was pretty funny. Here’s a little example – he said to Sky, the bartender, “if you were snorting cocaine, wouldn’t you like to do it off her breasts?” I guess some women might get offended, but I thought it was pretty effing funny. Poor Sky, he really gets to witness some pretty bizarre behavior (some of it mine, I think.)

So anyway this salon guy (who may or may not be gay) has a new plan for my hair. All night he kept repeating the following mantra:

Dark Blue. Green. VIOLET VIOLET VIOLET!

Some of the Violets were accentuated by fist-on-the-bar-poundage.

So essentially, streaks of these colors with some reds thrown in. I must admit, I am tempted. For one thing, I have always wanted to do the streaks of green thing, but I’ve never had the cajones to do it. We shall see.

It was a rough morning, and I got nothing done. Oh well, there is always tomorrow. Until then:

Dark Blue. Green. VIOLET VIOLET VIOLET!

2 Responses to “Color! Color! NOW, NOW NOW!”

  1. GulleyJimson Says:

    If it’s your CHEERS… and, yes, pound them into a pulp next time they say that… who would you be? Cliff Claven, Norm Peterson, Diane Chambers, Sam Malone, Carla Tortelli, et. al…?

    A friend from high school ended up as a bit character on one show. Norm was forced to fire everyone at the firm and he brought them down to Cheers to be fired. He was one of the unlucky ones. Unfortunately, he couldn’t act either.

    For something totally different and decadent… try http://www.nytimes.com/2005/02/06/nyregion/thecity/06feat.html?oref=login

  2. Anamaris Says:

    Hi Shannon!

    I came across your blog yesterday and have been glued since! You crack me up (and I mean that in the nicest way). I’m revisiting Spain through your journal, I was there mid-February and thought, for sure I would die my first week back home (in Houston, TX. You do understand now, right?).

    Anyway, I thought I’d pop in, say Hola, and mention that the word you’re looking for is “cojones”, as ‘cajones’ are drawers.

    Hasta pronto!
    Anamaris
    PS: Of course, it just occurred to me that I’ve not read enough of your blog to know whether there’s an inside joke for the use of cajones…

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