Simone decided it was a day for staying in and not for the beach, cos he’d already arranged with Jaba to come fix the desktop, which was ridden with viruses. I spent the day hooked on ‘Lost’ while the guys tinkled with the CPU, and Jaba eventually carted the entire CPU home to analyse it.
Simone told me that the tickets we were getting for the Supercoppa Italiana at San Siro were VIP ones, worth 560 euros each. And the guy who got us the tickets were giving them to us gratis. Oh. My. God. I want to sell my ticket! Simone said we can’t go too casually dressed, and I’m quite concerned about being overdressed cos it’s a football match after all. Oh boy oh boy, what on earth should I wear! And Simone says there may be an after-match dinner to attend with the team. Argh! Is he bullshitting me or is this really gonna happen? If it does, I’m so gonna get a picture taken with Materazzi.
Patrizia wasn’t feeling very well so I suggested doing takeaway pizzas for dinner. Poor woman, I think she works too hard. She was having stomach pains and wasn’t very receptive to the idea of doing takeaways cos she thought I wanted the pasta with broccoli she’d said she’d make. I really think she is the most bravissima woman I know. I told her not to worry about it, and she consented to the pizza. Yay! Jaba came to pick Simone up for aperitivi, and Simone took our orders before leaving with Jaba. Franco wanted a Romana (whatever that is), Francesco a Wurstel (that’s what they call hotdogs), and I asked for a gamberetti (small prawns) with extra tomato base. Patrizia said she didn’t want anything at all, but Simone said he’d get her something anyway. He came back about 9 with the pizzas. Franco’s had capers on it, Simone got me a Diavola (salami with mozzarella and chili on a tomato base) cos they didn’t do gamberetti, himself an anchovies and onions calzone (sort of like a foldover) and Patrizia a Margherita. 25 euros for 5 full-sized pizzas is pretty inexpensive, and the pizzas were good too. I managed to finish most of mine, and Patrizia finished half of hers. Franco stuck her remaining pizza into the oven when he cleared the pizza boxes after dinner. I noticed it missing the next morning when I went for my usual Mueller yogurt. Hmm.
