Out of My Brain on a Train

I'm on a train from Milan to Venice.  I was going to get a post up before I left but I slugged out.  I planned to get out at least one from Italy, so I'm making good on that thought. I didn't want to over-commit as you might see on my next one: "Day 5, DJ's hip is out in the Dolomites and he's cranky.  Daylight come and me want to go home". I was also going to use that tired line about you guys robbing my house while I'm gone that I toss out there every other vacation, but I'm retiring that stale trope.  In any case, #1 has access to the house, so if you are interested, just take him out for a few beers and he'll be sure to spill. 

We almost had a lost luggage incident between the flight from Frankfurt to Milan but the stuff showed up while the women were entering a complaint at the Lufthansa office. A quick 110 euro cab ride from the airport got us to the Sheraton.  I've been acting as the tour translator, meaning I mumble some Spanish inflected Italian, until in many cases, people say "I speak English".

Last night I sang for my supper at this joint.  I was playing the lead role in a new production, entitled DJ:Ugly American. Earlier in the day we wandered around Milan with our guide Paula.  We saw the Last Supper, Castello Sforzesco, The Duomo, and Galleria Vittorio Emanuele.  Cheapskate TCG wouldn't cough up 300 euro for a belt, where as I toss that kind of cash around daily.  We did have a very expensive lunch, with plain ristto going for 35 euro and Aperol Spritzes at 21 per.  But when my draft beer went for 15, I was pissed.  I said to the waiter. "What the hell is this, an MLB ballpark?" Fortunately, Katie's connections saved us dough at the Sherton San Siro, including free breakfast and a happy hour with heavy appetizers.

It happened to be Fashion Week when we were in Milan.  I'm part of that world, so it was no big deal to me, but my fellow travelers got a kick out of all the influencers primping and posing while their companions took photos. We saw some interesting and at times bizarre outfits.   The women espied someone with in aluminum coat in the restroom.  "Hey, can I have a couple feet of that?  I need to store some cookies".

We are now in our luxury apartment in Venice and you're not.  TCG helped me re-create a scene from a Santa Lucia train station.  As we disembarked, I apparently did not have my belt cinched tight enough and my pants ended up at my feet. I made the appropriate adjustments.