Long live the Shposi!! And even the guests! At 9.30 pm we are in the square I, Daniel, Mark, Jimmy, Michael, Fore, Marzio, Field, Caste, Ruben, Macca and a few others that I do not remember. The afternoon was spent between the rice to the bride and testing of the clothing. My. Unique to the cylinder to boast of an order, now that I see here is from private hands that the clutching asking: Can I? Rino Gaetano, but six! My fault, actually 5 minutes before leaving the house, opening at random between the cabinets I find a vest to match the cylinder. I missed only the mandolin. Me just point out to the party. From hand to hand the hat comes to Paul, superspy. That started playing acoustic guitar along with the rest of the group. Bye bye high hat. After a half hour I see him standing on a bench and finally again my, my! my tesorooo!
Spouses are super crazy, but the attraction of the evening comes number 2 in the car with me: field. Drunk after only a quarter of an hour together in March (because that has to drive pass the remainder of the evening to sleep in the car) starts screaming, dancing and swearing at women in their thirties at random and found that wives are dear friends of the couple. His face was purple crisis between ethanol and embarrassed. Dancing with the girlfriend of D. that throws him in the flower beds (5 vowels, YEAH!) Where unwittingly stumbles and falls face down in a hedge between the general hilarity and laughter flagship. D. parrtire makes a wonderful limbo while dancing the twist (I am incredibly arrival of the first places, just to let you know the health Generela) with a lot of confusion for some who try (including myself) to do both things: lowering the legs at an angle, with your legs angled coooon t-twist. Among CELADINA and backing vocals on all of the spouses to the party now knows where it came from the herd of teenagers and vent'enni prancing on the dance floor together with her spouse, a friend of his funny, Gene racing department, and another tall boy who claws the microphone and begins to list the prices of the turns on the rides. Dancers exhausted they go little by little saluting the best couple encountered. Paolo and Francesca, who does not end so badly, have already left for the moon diabetic, and once invited us to come out en masse with all their friends because according to Paul we are 'real boys 80'. Salute D. andandocene and Laura, but the best is yet to come: I undertake the safety of field sparing him stumble dangerous, but he escapes the mine began towards the most fatal balustrade dwarf in the world! But then lightly nymphal (the same which has raised the groom in his arms, alone, making him jump) s it settles down to watch, recedes, approaches, recedes, approaches, and draws from the brink of a pole 3 meters and base circumference of 15 cm with naturalness with which I dsegno fumettini. Flaunting the beam to the car threatening to Andrea I do not remember what kind of death as a toy airplane and throws the pile of paper on the vineyards below. Good pie. Good sparkling wine. Long live the newlyweds!! VIVA!
