a.k.a My-friend-went-to-Venice-and-all-I-got-was-this-lousy-pasta
I dream of visiting Venice one day... A romantic trip down a canal (preferably in colder weather so there is less of a "natural" aroma accompanying my watery journey), some shopping and perhaps even an impromptu Venetian masked ball thrown in. Ahhhhh, a girl can dream.
Speaking of dreams - mine were pleasantly shattered recently. The most-gorgeous-mechanic went to Venice with her Fiance for a weekend, and promised me a gift upon her return. My mind immediately shifted to anything Murano (well, not anything - I am obsessed with Murano rings. What would I do with a freakin' vase anyway?)
My imagination certainly got the better of me, and it took every ounce of grace for me to cheerfully accept the "actual" gift that was...
Penis shaped pasta! The packaging it came in was less obvious than the image in this posting (the Venetian pasta seller claimed that it was "traditional pasta, not sexy" but still. It was distinctly phallic. The exact shape in the picture above...)
Well, it turned out to be the best gift ever* as it made for a lovely lunch with basil pesto, grilled artichokes and a bottle of yummy Pinot Noir that we shared while watching Young Adult (cringe-cringe-cringe; an "is that me in 5 years time?" kinda movie) and the Descendants (cringe - is that really how one would react to the fatal accident of one's mother?? Oscar? Schmosker!!).
So, if any of you lovelies go to Venice in the future, please note that while I am most appreciative of any gifts (esp. carbs), I yearn for something MURANO in future. M-U-R-A-N-O.
If one doesn't ask, one doesn't get. Innit.
x
*during the weekend of the 2nd March 2012
I dream of visiting Venice one day... A romantic trip down a canal (preferably in colder weather so there is less of a "natural" aroma accompanying my watery journey), some shopping and perhaps even an impromptu Venetian masked ball thrown in. Ahhhhh, a girl can dream.
Speaking of dreams - mine were pleasantly shattered recently. The most-gorgeous-mechanic went to Venice with her Fiance for a weekend, and promised me a gift upon her return. My mind immediately shifted to anything Murano (well, not anything - I am obsessed with Murano rings. What would I do with a freakin' vase anyway?)
Well, it turned out to be the best gift ever* as it made for a lovely lunch with basil pesto, grilled artichokes and a bottle of yummy Pinot Noir that we shared while watching Young Adult (cringe-cringe-cringe; an "is that me in 5 years time?" kinda movie) and the Descendants (cringe - is that really how one would react to the fatal accident of one's mother?? Oscar? Schmosker!!).
So, if any of you lovelies go to Venice in the future, please note that while I am most appreciative of any gifts (esp. carbs), I yearn for something MURANO in future. M-U-R-A-N-O.
If one doesn't ask, one doesn't get. Innit.
x
*during the weekend of the 2nd March 2012
"If one doesn't ask, one doesn't get. Innit." Love that!
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