Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"MY NITE OUT!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "MY NITE OUT!"


...After publishing THE STEVE MARTIN SHOW... Hollywood is all over me; 3 cell phones? I've thrown in the gutter. Still: I figure  - €10 in my pocket?-  I'd celebrate? So I hit Piacenzas' Bermuda Triangle -feeling reasonably empowered despite no DENTAL PLAN.
Afterwards (3.am.) I dined at OSCARS (via Taverna)...Had to wait for a table and repeatedly, had to YELL at the REEFER HEAD WAITER!...to quietly emphasize I would prefer my SHISH-KEBAB - serving: molto picante; i.e. VESUVIUS, Mt. ETNA, or STROMBOLI on a good day? Anyways? My table (tavolo) was presented. There was NEMO (No-one)  in the entire place except the kid: THE CHEF; and his old Dad? The REEFER?: - who buggered off with the  money?!!
...The kid Chef looked at ME! And I eyed the kid Chef!!!
NO FRICKIN ONIONS!?
.....Anyways? A couple GALS -who'd been working the (Piacenza) STAZIONE showed up with smeared Linpen-lipstick thingy? (?). -Quite naturally - being the LONELIEST GUY IN TOWN - I invited them to my - such as it was? - FORMICA tavolo/table hosting pepper-salt thingy and a lame plastic-thingy of generic mustard and insisted they both partake in my CASA Carafe of Chateau PO-vino-thingy? And after - technically - slaving  2 straight hours at the Stazione, they were one too glad to put something in their mouths which included alcohol  and didn't taste like piss!?
I commiserated and quoted JOB from the Old Testament... I could have been yakking Chinese!?
Anyways? MIMI (French) and MIMI (Dutch); such were their "nom de plumes", held my attention/hand(s), got me back to the HOTEL DAVE and like 3 Little Mice  we all got naked, jumped in the HOTEL DAVE "King-size" bed in the HOTEL DAVE's "Camera-Grande" and then...OK; then we smoked, popped corks and watched the DAVE LETTERMAN SHOW on the big screen TV!
"Frenchie?"; she  wore out, fell asleep first? ME and "DUTCHIE?"...We held out till the TOP TEN.



c 2014/davedelacroix/lpord borgo/St. Nicolo-Italo