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Friday
Nov202009

italy unveiled.

There were very few things I had on my to-do list this summer as I stepped off the plane, onto Italian territory.  I was completely open to the experience that was before me, and made a point to refrain from forming "a plan."  However... there were three things that were on my list... and I absolutely stood my ground on them.  Number 1: do not be a wine racist.  No matter the color, or region... don't discriminate. Number 2: do not turn your nose up at any food... even horse. Number 3: (the most important of them all) do not leave this country without something leather.

I managed to accomplish all three, quite successfully.  I even ate horse - which, in hindsight, tasted like steak, but made me quite squeamish at the thought of eating a household pet for the rich and famous.  The third goal was the most difficult.  Because Italy is world-reknowned for their leather - I could not cross back over the Atlantic without something fabulously unique.   I hadn't made up in my mind what that special something was (e.g. boots, a jacket, a belt), I just knew that I would know, when I saw it. 

It wasn't long before I was staring at my reflection in the mirror in the dressing room, and knew I had found "IT."  It was as if God himself took the time to hand-stitch the intricate weavings on the camel-colored beauty that was this blazer-style jacket.  I neglected to look at the price tag prior to falling in love, unfortunately - and found myself in negotiations with a very convincing Italian lady (it didn't hurt that she kept calling me an Italian Queen).  With the help of my roommates, I managed to get her down to a little less than a mortgage payment, and apparently, that was a 'steal.'  While I had never swiped my debit card for anything that expensive in my life, I had to agree... this was truly a one-of-a-kind purchase.

Herein lies my dilemma.  Where in the world do I unveil such a one-of-a-kind purchase?  It's not something you just throw on to go to the grocery store!  The weather is about right here in Atlanta, and I want this jacket to be seen by the masses.  After what I paid for it, the whole damn world needs to take a glimpse... but that's besides the point.  There are some holiday parties coming up that may make for the right 'unveiling' environment.  Had I known that it would have been so hard to find a time and place to where the darn thing... I may have reconsidered the purchase....

...ha, yea right.

Monday
May252009

sans souci

I know I know. What's up with all these non-English titles? Well - let's just say I'm finding the English langage less and less fascinating as I learn other languages. "Sans Souci" is Latin, for "Without Worry." I wish I could tell you that I was a sailing adrift when a bold voice spoke to me from the heavens, and my life was change forevermore. However, the tale isn't nearly profound.

I was shopping - as I often do when I need to clear my head, and decided to take a detour for a slice of pizza. I was waiting in line, trying to decide if I was going to stick to the old faithful pepperoni, or was I going to spice it up a bit by adding some sausage and ham and maybe even a bit of cilantro? Not even a second before I was going to place my "out of the box" order, out of my peripherals, I saw the words "sans souci" written in old school flourescent lighting along the back wall of the pizzeria. I coldn't even get my order out - instead - I asked, what does "sans souci" mean. Some 20-something young buck, with holes in his ears the size of my fist, a tattoo of a hummingbird on his left cheek, and something shiny hanging from his noise replied "oh that - it means without worry." I asked him if this was his mantra - because with all that going on with his face, he's clearly not worried about finding a job...a like-minded individual... or a plastic surgeon when his skin falls off. I told him "that's kind of hard right.... to live without worry." He laughed and though he likely didn't intend to change my day - his reply really struck me. My pizza boy replied (and I had to have him repeat it so I could write it down, "If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of troubles."  All I could say was 'Damn.' 

Needless to say - I got a slice of pepperoni, and the ham / sausage / cilantro ... who cares if cilantro gives me gas.... I was sans souci....