Chronicle of a delirium organized but not too much ^ ^
Hhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiii ... ....
Here is a report of two days in Milan with appurtenances (including first and foremost of course the concert of Mars but not only).
The meeting with Barbie at the station immediately signed the name by which we will remember our adventure. Maciachini.
It is nothing but the subway station where you go to Alcatraz but we go we find it everywhere ... .... 'Maciachini - direction Maciachini - square Maciachini' lait motiv a word that has accompanied us for the whole day on June 14 that from now on then it will be forever 'Day Maciachini' ^ ^
After the meeting we left the station at a time dell'Alcatraz for delivery of tickets to Alessia which was in line outside the club since before I left from Bologna and Barbie from Verona. We delivered the baby (which he kept for months with the anxiety of chemical castration in the unlikely event they've lost all) and we went to a nearby Mexican restaurant to eat and chat, chat, chat. Do not want nobody there but the day dedicated to Mars despite our argument Principe (even the King) was talking to Colin. Yes. After all two people who speak to the phone via SMS and 90% of him that when they finally meet?
Meanwhile Barbara subtly trying to push the universe Mars presents (thanks honey ^ ^) wristband black band is explained in detail the meanings of various symbols.
At two o'clock we reached the bare room and thinking how clever we said Rommel 'are all in a row up front but you'll see that they come from the back '... well ... it started around the block with a lot of trolleys in tow, which seemed so frightfully hot and isolated ones in NY. Most did not finish.
After reaching the back row, call Elisa telling us that the boys have just completed the interview in the studios of All Music.
What to do?
We decided to linger near the entrance by setting the maximum waiting time at 15.30. Just when it expired and we decided to go to the hotel (for the record exactly on the side opposite to Milan!) the devil (or the prince of darkness) takes a hand. Just before the entrance of the disco artists. ... ZAC .... I break a sandal!
So, running the risk of being arrested for vagrancy, I opened my trolley, took his shoes off, pulled out of the amphibians, which fortunately I had brought with me, put away the sandals, closed the suitcase, slip on amphibians.
All must have stolen approximately two to three minutes on our roadmap to the hotel. Three minutes were enough to look up and see a Mercedes SUV parked accompanied by 'ahhhhhhhhh' crazy boys in line.
And here starts my series infinite thanks to Barbara. It seemed the companion of a blind!
opens the door and down Tim. I (and you thought?) Do not recognize him and say 'Oh well is not they are supporters can go' ^____^ luckily the Mars Barbara follows them seriously and recognizes him. So we approached the door as possible to where they would come and where there was none because the security was no longer pass on the sidewalk.
Skip Tome and, unbelievable, for the second time. ... Not Barbara recognize ç_____ç then by way of travel guide and shows me this news, combined with shouts and din that had become quite delirious, I decided to pull out his cell phone to take a picture of the Prince, who would pass by before long at 50 cm from us. For the record. I also had my camera but I had no desire to use it. And 'in fact been held pretty close during the concert ... .. I have no photographs showing that I was there ^ ^
Anyway, time to grab the phone, open the camera, pointing it at people ... ... ?
'Jared' says Barbara 'JARED??' I ask surprised.
Under a hat pulled down to the eyes and a pair of glasses to Albain de 'The vice', hair under the hat that looks short ... it was the prince ... I had not just noticed! ^ ^ So much so, stops for a moment and do not know what I do to take me open the messages I had sent Luke!
Damn him (which sends messages with timing worthy of death) and Nokia before triggering a picture demands that you read the message.
Conclusion: no pictures of prince.
Who, after ectoplasm which is found as an assistant (poor woman has my understanding) comes in and disappears. The following Shannon ... .. more calmly, stopping to greet fans, coming out again and stood by the door exposing the Bracciotti muscular and tattooed.
then on. Dall'Alcatraz swallowed.
At that point we just have to call right and left to notify them we had seen (and I admit that I struggled to compose the number of Luke because I shook his fingers).
Having fulfilled doing 'vistoooooooo I was him, in meat and ossaaaaaa really exists! ' We can only bring us to the hotel to freshen up, change and get Luke and Stephanie on the canals for an aperitif.
thought we had all the time in the world, instead ... ... ...
not only the hotel was on the opposite side of Milan, but the metro will stop at least two kilometers away. Two miles we have done on foot, under a hot sun (the only time I think there was sun all day) and distraught eyes of people who wondered where he was Rutilia Street and distraught, they gave us the 'indicating me ask if we would have really made the whole walk!
We literally limped to the hotel where we spent a bit ' to freshen up, medicate one thing my hair and makeup (not that I rimmell and a little' I'm not even a lipstick rubbish removal much less in the presence of a prince ^ ^) and there we have the only two photos of the day. Before Barbie and then I holding up the banner of Mars ^ ^
We think that reaching out to Luca and Stefano ships were small thing. Bologna is a city of medium size, not small ... ... but boy, what the fuck is great Milan ???????
eight trolley stops, ten yellow metro line (direction Maciachini fact), six of the Green Line, did stop, go back inside to resume two more stops and finally, yes: Porta Genova. Naviglio.
pity that at that point they were already at 19.00! While Alcatraz opened the gates we ran into a very nice bar on the ship to complete the mission of the day:
TO DRINK ALL'ASTEMIA BARBARA A MOJITO! ^ ^
Behind intolerable threat to her (if do not drink CoL married within the year) has gobbled up two good sips of my favorite cocktail (and not just because he mentions my Tontola in Miami Vice more than once. It was, however, but of course now I drink only).
Among Barbara sucking Mojito, Luca obsessively watching what was inside his glass, Stefano trying to understand the way to arrive at Alcatraz, and I kept looking at that time (the eight) and I thought 'we'll never get in time' we were finally given a move and we got into the car towards Alcatraz.
Thanks to the god of traffic (there was virtually) the god of the city maps (for the indications that the bartender had given us we would never come), which led to Luke and sent me to navigate that I did at last we reached the very reasonable time of 20:55.
First impression: but God is empty!
The club in fact gave no impression of the concert sold out. But that probably we evaluated for safety over a thousand tickets (even if it contains the place of people quietly 1,500) had not sold them. Here I finally met the sweet and very high Elisa! and seen in face some girls that I only heard all part of various boards. With their white shirts and red bandanas them, Echelon, I recognized!! And I'm good, huh??
We posted the latest in a row and we enjoyed the great cd (probably two) of the Police. The result, although you feared hordes of screaming girls in tears and was absolutely calm and prepared and mixed (certainly more prepared than me I've heard four songs on the cross).
After the tenth time that Andy Summer (for the record of the State Police who also had a group but they ALL know only sting!) closed the regular song and started screaming, until then frustrated by a new base, finally here they are.
Do not ask me the order of entry because I only saw him! With two bouquets of red roses, which launched on the public.
And then it began. My astonishment was stunned. I sang on A Beautiful Lie, I looked at him and thinking 'oh my God it's him, and I'm here'. The adrenaline was up and made me jump and scream ... ... ...
I do not want anyone (or voletemene, we sleep the same) I have only ever watched him. Shan I observed only once, Tomo well, Tim do not even know you have.
Bravissimo Jared live theatrical and exciting. I wanted to see him at least once. The rest is a person of whom I speak virtually every day, which I write for years. Well I'm not a fan of the band and not even after I became a concert, but he certainly is in my heart. And to all those who ask me 'but then we go to Milan to do?', This is the answer. I wanted to see him once! Seeing him in the flesh, I realized that there really is somewhere that is not the Simon of Al Pacino. And this was a real thrill that initially led me almost to tears.
Santa Barbara from Verona has helped me to recognize (or learn for the first time) all the songs that side of me sipping constantly asked 'what song is it? What album? ' etc..
excited Half an hour later my adrenaline started to suffer a decline and, I admit that my eye fell on the clock to see how often missing at the end.
I took a stroll around the group Barbara, Luca and Stefano leaning comfortably against a wall and bar. The peak adrenaline but had increased strongly when Jay came back with an acoustic guitar. I thought, 'sing to me and I will love you for life 'and like magic the first part of the agreement' Modern Myth '.
glances between me and Barbara, my forehead on his shoulder, and finally the howl true, liberating, or by fangirl fanwoman hysterical or crazy as you like. After dazed kept saying 'I sang with Jared Modern Myth' ^___^
The concert however was nice. The fact that I am not a lover not only their music but music in general (I looked at my watch even if it was anyone else apart from Vasco-Williams-Liga-Iron-Michael) does not change that they have been excellent. Jared sings very well live and tell me they had a lineup that many have only dreamed of.
okay.
So between 'From yesterday fucking' 'You mother fucker' and 'we sign your shit' (adorable when posing as a rocker damn) it all ended.
'Thank you! Italy is the most beautiful place in the world, I like pizza, pasta and women are the most beautiful '
Thanks Prince. Forgot your mandolin then in the 'original sentences' you're entered in full ^_____^
And here the fun begins ... ... ... ...
Despite the security people tried to sidetrack the perjury that would not be out to sign autographs, WE (hihihi you put me there too) sgam we know them and we stood waiting patiently (but many believed him and already creamed off by half if the people are made). Barriers, a man distributes leaflets promotional tour the band but only Jared that show ^ ^ and then here they are. With their surgical gloves, they take place, Shannon looks up and looks at me I do not know why it makes me smile and hello with the hand. I answer. Cute, yes, but not showed me the effect which I had prepared and which, I swear, I was very ready to accept.
Instead hello to me could do it to someone else, but this is a fact not dwell on which (who knows who has seen the good he did not see the same). Me I keep it for me because I do not want controversy, because I have nothing against Shan and why an evening with the balls across happens to me all the time. Grant him the benefit of being able to have him too.
That said, I start with Nutella and Barbie, design, Benny T-shirt for signing. And here the trouble begins.
'passes only people who bought the shirt sold at the end of the concert 'This is the dictate of security (absolutely uncompromising top)
SDEEEENGGGGG these jaws and my Barbie.
We did retrofront, the flyers have found their natural locations thrown to the floor and the comment was 'as far as I can as well go to hell'.
Think what you want but I think so: I find it a sad thing and a bad taste.
I've seen people very very very upset and if this is the business card their promotion ... well could make better.
Basically there were people with other ORIGINAL shirts, wristbands and original CD. Nothing. Or did he or does not pass new ones.
Alessia Had it not been for that if you bought it and it was my night in a row Martian would end at that time.
The fact remains that remain within no more than a hundred people.
I still had to know Folleria (a pleasure) other mother degenerate like me ^ ^ that she dumped her husband and children at home (her mother as an excuse for THE INTRODUCTION also an unlikely meeting ^____^ are a myth).
I'm going back leaning against the railing waiting for Alessia and enjoying the scenery (which is always nice)
of Jared smiling and extremely available to all when I hear the lament of a sweet blond girl next to me.
had begun to move even those who had the CD. And she had forgotten. She was coming from somewhere on purpose and had forgotten. When it happened again? Why did not pass the same? She only wants to see them for a moment does not want nothing ... ... ...
I have softened and I reviewed his age. So I told her I had the cd but I did not line up for autographs, if he could go get my autograph.
This looked like no man ever (damn him) looked at me ^ ^ I never asked three times if he was joking. No, I was not joking, and after profuse thanks to too many started with my cd and the shirt of Benny to be immediately Stoppata Shan (because it was the first in line) with a 'sign just one thing'.
So signed the cd and the only thing that I wanted signed (the top echelon of the true familiglia, my daughter) seemed destined to remain untouched. Okay Benny will be many other things of which you'll get a reason over the years ... ... .... ^ ^
When was the decision to leave (with Barbie in silent protest that was supported at the gate by which they said would not have signed and there was no longer move) I've heard security of the boy say to a chick that the circuit 'to the end if you wait ten minutes then we go all'.
said than done, I broke the levees and Barbie we leave for autographs. The thing is, proceed as follows
SHANNON: Barby hands him the drawing of the three of them which was meant to be a greeting card for a friend so enriched by the autograph. Try to explain to Shannon which is a gift not for himself but for another but he laughs with Tomo looking design. Then, with his smile that breaks so many hearts and hands him back his hand, with the abiità Arsenio Lupin, supports the design of a chair and thanked Barbara.
plan Hello! Of course for her satisfaction that the Shan have removed a his plan like a Monet ^ ^ (and I behind the scene and enjoy the great ridermela).
So the legendary Barbie Shan hands it to the red bag containing a jar of Nutella and mythical passes Tomo. It 's my turn with Shannon. I do not even see that it is intent on discovering that white cap. But if he (being a good American) does not recognize it at first glance we think Tomo Hawkeye, who starts screaming like a madman 'Nutella, Nutella, Nutella'.^_____^
So I hold out T Shannon that the signature still laughing satisfaction of Tomo for Nutella and throws in which the signing Tomo continuing a foretaste of the Nutella.
Okay, okay. Benny still has his signature.
And the time comes the prince.
Arrival before him while he clings to a mussel neck constantly whispering 'thank you' and he very kindly returned the hug. With his chin resting on the shoulder of the young woman looks up at me (I have no illusions, it is only because I was the one behind) and I make an expression that means 'Ehhh it takes patience,' he smiles at me and raises his eyebrows ago the expression 'Well what can you do'.
The girl is dissected, when do I hand him the shirt of a chick Benny, treacherously puts the Flag of the table. Flag promptly signed.
Ok, I have to vent a little 'waiting while I feel that my legs are made of marble.
The table is free, but I did not decide to put that (quoting) fucking shirt on the table. He was not prepared, I have not done it on purpose just because he get up his eyes to see if there was someone. I was petrified and just a tad embarrassed. It seemed stupid to sign a shirt (but this has everything to do with my not-too-hidden presumption). So much so that he looks up, smiles and meows (giuro! meow!) A 'Hi' so stretched, rubbed, sensual and sweet (by adding even the beat of his occh0ini) that I wished that someone would be ashamed at the time for resumption throughout the life of myself that I must have had Boeotian expression on his face while the answer in my turn a 'Hi' without even knowing that most would say ... ... I decided to lengthen his shirt and he starts smiling I'm panegyric on what was beautiful
'To my daughter 'specific views, even if the size is there was absolutely no need and he looks at me and before you sign (or signed as I know ^ ^) says,' Ahhh Echelon a Baby, tell her I love her '
nod and if it failed to ask the mother if they fuck, I take my shirt, smile, smiles, I go ... ... ....
And now phase three: PHOTOS OR TO come out they will not leave?
While outside each talks about his experience just to people who lived in their turn are telling (with the result that everyone was talking and nobody listening ^ ^) in the throes of mass hysteria out the famous Merceds MPV.
Ah Ah ... uh ... sure. Remain in Milan, they have nothing to do until the next evening. Why get on the bus? The machine stops (I thought it was because the girls did not advance I've actually found that it was because Shannon was not in the car and waited for him). The prince began to check the roof and take the crowd into a frenzy with the camera mars tv. Elisa evaporates from me before my eyes, there was a moment the next moment disappeared ^ ^, and me and we look Barbie. In what has become a silent agreement we decide that the pain in the feet far exceeds the desire to see Jared again closely and there we are pretty good where we are.
We then learned that Shannon came out and stopped to take some photos but the security (Italian) almost forced him to go in the car well and quickly.
The question was. It 's a red herring? Back? Maybe yes, maybe no. But when you open the car door, each with a bit 'of salt realizes that no, do not add up. What you see are in fact three pairs of legs three feet long discovered only those belonging to the same number tizie whose hair strictly long and blond cover any other view.
Ehhhhhhhhhhhh think it's a tough screening ^ ^
at 12:40 and then the evening was declared unanimously on Mars (my Barbie and Ale) definitely ended.
But .... We are in Milan, the alarm in the morning before ten o'clock, not even one o'clock .... You do not want to go to bed right?
We go in the popular Mexican restaurant where we had lunch where an attentive waiter to serve us even before we announced that 'we close in ten minutes'.
Perfect! And we who are clever they swallow the beer and go out towards the center where you can continue the evening. Besides, if you're not the partying in Milan where they do?
The history of the taxi itself deserves a mention: I call the taxi, the chick gives me the letters, comes the taxi and it is not ours but a group of teenagers waiting. The taxi driver but for some reason tells us that one particular evening and there is no order of appearance 'uphill climb'.
We trust that we do?
So literally steal the taxi to those on hold and head (under guidance of the driver mad) at the Naviglio 'Ehhhh ensure that there is no life you will enjoy' promises. Us for the second time we trust, mistaken.
Suddenly while the guy runs at full speed on the streets of Milan to Monza we were not even playing my phone number ... ... in Milan! A number of Milan ????? And who calls me from Milan? Boh let '. Radiotaxi I was informed that our taxi was waiting in front of Alcatraz .... SDENG!
inconsistent start to stammer an apology as anyone in the wrong knowing to be (but never in the world I would have expected that these remind me!) until the chick annoyed me slamming the phone down!
Among the laughter we finally arrive at this blessed Naviglio whole life ... .. The guy I do not know why, we spring to at least two hundred meters, but ok, now my legs feel I can not even walk until the morning. We do all the shipping there and back (does anyone have the faintest idea how long it is?) And as a candid camera in the room we close the shutters in the face as you reach them ... ... one after another that seemed to be inside a domino.
Girls, signals must have the courage to grasp and accept. All said that the night was irretrievably over.
call another taxi (of course with another airline because the chick in the first or I sent a parcel bomb instead of a car) and after it I have to explain where we were giving indications on the operator signs I saw (I thought that saying 'the beginning of the Naviglio Viale Gorizia' but we had enough information to Milan, they are like computers: infallible, but only if you give them all the information otherwise leave the flashing message 'ERROR') finally safely reach the hotel. Alessia practically falls asleep on the counter that controls the doors identity card.
In the small room and sweet Alessia continues to sleep standing up but pretends to follow the chatter my Barbie and that just do not want it to sleep until it collapses.
Among some cigarettes smoked in secret at the window as they did in school and become incoherent chatter on Taxi, Jared, Shannon, Colin, Mojito, Nutella and Maciachini convince us that 3.30 is now time to close the day.
Leave the hotel in the morning at ten (after the six withdrew the barrel of the glass, creating a din that seemed to be shattered all the windows, at seven after a guy started talking on the phone who seemed to have in the room, after the eight is Alessia's cell phone rang but no one answered, after the nine is played and it was my daughter informed me that she does not like the yogurt with whole pieces of fruit and dad just had to go and buy the shake), I said, after all this leave the hotel no sooner had photographed the corridor leading to our room.
Destiny wants to be the same as that of 'The Kill'.
Yes, a hand of the prince of darkness has been seen until the end.
A nice experience, really. Loved the concert, nice to finally meet Jared, (and Shannon and Tomo), but let me tell you, great to meet other girls and Barbie. Do not forget this day and a half! How can we not forget the field until the two eyes of a color not normal, with embankments and slamming that 'Hiiiiiiiii' meow!
A bit of presumption in less by Jared during the concert and everything would was perfect.
But you know ... ... .. nobody is perfect, not even the Prince (though he has all the look ^ ^)
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