My street

A conversation today:
Man: Gucci bag?
Me: Oh, I'm ok, I live here.
Man: Oh yeah?
Me: Yup.
Man: What about a boyfriend? You need a boyfriend?

Also, when guys blast rap out of their cars, bobbing their head with the beat, driving past, this makes me happy.

Irony

is when you call a blog 'before I forget' and you think of a great thing you want to write about, and then the next day when you sit behind your computer and you forget what it was.

Irene

Is it strange that part of me is jealous of all the people New York? It's like all your friends are off to war, and you have to stay put and read about it in the newspaper. They come home and have been through something together. It might be a trauma, but still.
I imagine everyone sitting in their cosy homes, playing endless games of monopoly and finishing bottles of whiskey and gin. I could've read War and Peace in its entirety, while outside trees and houses soared by, and streets filled up with water.

Poster

Things in Italy I forget when I'm not there

How to say things like, Can I have, please, and my name is, in Italian.
Views that look like posters or set pieces.
The preference Italians have for gold, strappy shoes and sitting in stools in front of their house.
The taste of different kinds of ham.
The amount of wine it is possible to consume in one day.
That old Italian women sometimes look a lot like old Italian men. (One of them was exactly Christopher Walken)
The amount it work it must be to clean a house with so many useless antique trinkets.
Saltless bread.

Berlin

I saw a concrete apartment flat painted in pastel colors, as if someone had used it as a pallet.
A performance artist I met said: Sometimes when we do a performance, me and my friend just talk shit. Sometimes we don't even talk. He just puts his hand on my face.
I spent a couple of nights at a bar called 'The Times.' It was barely decorated, it had just opened, but there was a dance basement with couches and a disco ball.
I saw a fake ancient gigantic phallus in a museum. A woman was staring at it as if it was a tombstone.
I sat on a bench with two friends at seven in the morning and a strange man offered us breakfast. Then he asked if we had any weed.

Things that happened

My mother organized a surprise party for my father's sixtieth birthday. He didn't understand why he had to hang around in museums and strange cafe's for hours before returning home.
I was asked to be a guardian.
I didn't get my passport in time for my flight.
I got drunk several times, some of which I don't even remember it happening.
I saw 'The Trip' and 'Pina' the last one in 3D. Which didn't annoy me for a change.