Once upon a time in Texas, there was a girl with an appetite and a dream...

9.09.2006

Stalker Reunited with Reluctant Victim







Look everybody, it's the famous Nicky from Positano! She came to see me with Carlo and Poppy (her daughter who narrowly escaped my compulsive need to tweak her precious little baby nose). Despite my attempt to scare her away in March, she bravely boarded the ferry from Positano to Ischia to see me. And we done had us some fuu-uun.


There she is, and doesn't she look happy? I'm sure she found it quite charming that my bikini line was 1 milimeter away from seeing the sunset. That's the Castello Aragonese behind us, the same one that was in the background of almost every shot in The Talented Mr. Ripley, and we all know how that one ended...

Here are Carlo and Poppy. I expertly suckered him into carrying the ice chest down 1,256,301 steps. It's probably better that you can't see Poppy's nose because you would buy a ticket to Italy just to be able to pinch it.

If you want to see some more pictures, go to her site. In the contract she promised me photo approval. We'll see if she's a woman of her word :)

9.05.2006

Italians quoted #4


Co-worker: So you know that today is your last day, right?
Me: No, did you tell me that already?
Co-worker: You know, there aren't any boats and the few that may come I can handle myself.
Me: OH MY GOD! NO MORE PAYCHECK! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME A FEW DAYS AGO!! I NEED A
HAIRCUT ANDAMANICUREANDAPEDICUREANDNEWWINTERCLOTHESAND

MAYBETHOSE DOLCEGABBANASUNGLASSESTHATIVEBEENLOOKING
ATFORWEEKS! THIS IS REALLY NOT HELPFUL.
Me: (
What I ACTUALLY said) Um...uh, ok.

I went to work the other day (Sept 1st) to find out that my work season was over. There are hardly any boats now and there just wasn't enough for me to do. I was expecting a couple more weeks of reduced hours, then no job, but this was a reduction that I didn't see coming. This is how it happens in Ischia. As soon as the calendar strikes September 1st, the summer is over, the weather changes, dance clubs close, and poor Texan girls become unemployed.

Wish me luck, as soon as I get back from the beach Ima gonna get me a wine job...I hope.