November 25, 2005
Our good friends, Bonnie and Tom, came for dinner last Tuesday. It was a fun evening with Tom’s constant off-beat cracks about life in general and Bonnie’s zest for everything.
We four have been mulling over a trip to Europe next summer, my least favorite time to travel, for almost a year. With enough pineapple vodka flowing through Tom and Studly’s veins, they finally popped loose with those coveted Visa cards.
Everyone’s excited to spend three weeks split between Italy, Austria, and Bavaria. Bonnie’s practically balistic to visit the Vatican and Sistine Chapel. Tom’s already practicing his German to sing along in the father of all beer halls, the Hofbrauhaus. Studly just grins and waggles his eyebrows thinking about ten nights in Italy. I do love that man. Then there’s me, sitting back and imaging all the story lines that will fill my notebooks as we ride the trains through these countries. And if I don’t get my ass pinched in Rome this time, I’m gonna throw a fit!