The Agony and the Ecstasy
No, dear readers, did not hear from Him today. And I called him and he said he would call me at my hotel or stop by. I must admit I called him earlier today, after a slightly strained call yesterday, and I knew it was a grand mistake as soon as he responded to my voice. Still, the other night is a beautiful memory, and cherries will never be thought of the same way again. Though, I fear I will not see him again before I leave Milan on Monday.
Che sera sera.
The ecstasy was going to a fabulous party this evening. Someone I met online, in the same way I met Him, invited me to a party being thrown by a French guy he knows. The French guy is part of a small band, and there were songs performed throughout the party. Very, very cool. I wish them all the best with their music. I met some really cool people and am sad that I will not see them again before I leave Milan. For instance, the slightly crazy Italian guy that put on some girl's heels, and walked around and danced for quite a bit longer than you might think. And then a plastic cup became lodged on one of the heels. Very, very funny. Or the Sicilian guy who went on about why he loved Sicily so much (even though he didn't have all the English words to fully explain himself, but I understand what he meant), who was also quite a flirt.
It was a great party and the perfect pick-me-up after the agony of checking my email today and hoping to find a message whenever I would stop by the hotel today. Some things are not meant to be, but it is so much nicer when they are tempered with fun things like great parties. I even did a shot of vodka (which I hate, but is nicely tempered if you have a piece of cantalope to eat immediately afterwards (sort of like limes and tequila)), mixed in with a bunch of Italian and French wine.
I hope my head doesn't hurt in the morning...
I think I'm going to Paris on Monday. I'm going somewhere on Monday, though. I adore Milan, but it is time to leave. Especially if He doesn't get in touch with me tomorrow... I adore him most of all, but it was either a One Night Thing, or I was a little too forward with trying to contact him to see him again. The latter happens when I get excited about someone and only have a very little time left in the same city... So it goes.
To be clear, I didn't sit around my hotel all day waiting for contact from Him. I went to the Monument[al?] Cemetery, and it was absolutely magnificient. One of the best cemeteries I've seen, though I still believe the one in Budapest is the best I've visited. I took as many photos as my memory card would allow me to. Afterwards, I went on a rather long walk (see the first of yesterday's posts), and got a mild sunburn. It is rather hot and humid here -- I can only fear what July and August are like in Milan.
So tomorrow, don't know when I will wake up, and I imagine most everything will be closed (this *is* a Catholic country...). Perhaps lie in bed and watch Italian tv, finish my last new book in English, sleep, and do some writing. I've caught up a lot on my personal writing, but there is still quite a bit more to do.
Che bello notte! The night makes up for the day.
Che sera sera.
The ecstasy was going to a fabulous party this evening. Someone I met online, in the same way I met Him, invited me to a party being thrown by a French guy he knows. The French guy is part of a small band, and there were songs performed throughout the party. Very, very cool. I wish them all the best with their music. I met some really cool people and am sad that I will not see them again before I leave Milan. For instance, the slightly crazy Italian guy that put on some girl's heels, and walked around and danced for quite a bit longer than you might think. And then a plastic cup became lodged on one of the heels. Very, very funny. Or the Sicilian guy who went on about why he loved Sicily so much (even though he didn't have all the English words to fully explain himself, but I understand what he meant), who was also quite a flirt.
It was a great party and the perfect pick-me-up after the agony of checking my email today and hoping to find a message whenever I would stop by the hotel today. Some things are not meant to be, but it is so much nicer when they are tempered with fun things like great parties. I even did a shot of vodka (which I hate, but is nicely tempered if you have a piece of cantalope to eat immediately afterwards (sort of like limes and tequila)), mixed in with a bunch of Italian and French wine.
I hope my head doesn't hurt in the morning...
I think I'm going to Paris on Monday. I'm going somewhere on Monday, though. I adore Milan, but it is time to leave. Especially if He doesn't get in touch with me tomorrow... I adore him most of all, but it was either a One Night Thing, or I was a little too forward with trying to contact him to see him again. The latter happens when I get excited about someone and only have a very little time left in the same city... So it goes.
To be clear, I didn't sit around my hotel all day waiting for contact from Him. I went to the Monument[al?] Cemetery, and it was absolutely magnificient. One of the best cemeteries I've seen, though I still believe the one in Budapest is the best I've visited. I took as many photos as my memory card would allow me to. Afterwards, I went on a rather long walk (see the first of yesterday's posts), and got a mild sunburn. It is rather hot and humid here -- I can only fear what July and August are like in Milan.
So tomorrow, don't know when I will wake up, and I imagine most everything will be closed (this *is* a Catholic country...). Perhaps lie in bed and watch Italian tv, finish my last new book in English, sleep, and do some writing. I've caught up a lot on my personal writing, but there is still quite a bit more to do.
Che bello notte! The night makes up for the day.
posted by Shana @ 8:12 PM
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