Monday, June 25, 2007

non capisca

The card bowl of the pavilion is filled with the most brilliant contacts.

An editor from Time magazine

a few dozen artists/curators

lots of gallery owners

and a very very fet.. fit man.. who i plan to steal the card of- for purely decorative purposes.

My Italian has been developing pretty superbly as of late. However, I seem to get a mental block with the guy who runs the cafe downstairs. He keeps giving me little glasses of wine during my lunch break..sadly all our conversations are bordering on the stale..due to my sudden loss of all foreign language capabilities. Bit of a conundrum im in.

Marco.. the security guard has offered to take us to the mainland for a bit of an Italian shake-down...a club basically. The only club I have been to in Venice was this tiny place called piccolo-mondo. It is about the size of an average kitchen. The drinks are ridiculously over-priced. And the music is Hip Hop from my high school days (which wasn't too long ago come to think of it). There are also lots of aged Italian Casanova's with questionable dance moves and gaggle's of american girls who gyrate to each others frequent yells of 'hell yeah'. Pretty banging.

Would definitely recommend it..with the help of a bottle of rum.. or something of equal potency.

The Pavilion is always a bit dead on a monday. We get a few artsy ones. And a lot of lost looking tourists.

In a fit of boredom.. Joel has devoured an entire loaf of bread...oh.. and half a bottle of nutella.


Closing time.. must be off..

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