ferragosto is already loud

the entire coast appears to have agreed that sleep is cancelled. #

Everybody is out. Everybody. You can’t walk anywhere without meeting somebody, hearing music from somewhere, seeing people getting ready to go somewhere else. I love Ferragosto for approximately twenty four hours and then I need the population of Liguria reduced by half. Yuri is here, which helps because crowds are less annoying when you have somebody to complain about them with.

Pink dress tonight, Angel, hair behaving for once. We’re going out late because there is absolutely no point trying to do anything early. I have already accepted that tomorrow will be a write off. Italy is essentially scheduling a national hangover.

Remember me, Eclipse.