Italian Dance
Just a bit of a mobile update here. I’m sitting in the VIP section of the luge/bobsled venue at Cesana Pariole. I was sitting in the front row. As you know, it’s my day off, so I’ve been touring around some of the different mountain venues.
Anyway, I moved back a few rows because this lively group of Italian dancers showed up. My venue has these too… I guess watching people fly around on snow isn’t exciting enough, and they’ve hired cheerleaders to keep the crowd excited.
They’re still practicing, and now they’re singing “She Bangs,” as if they’ll be practicing in a few minutes. This may be the comical highlight of my trip thus far, although stealing a snowmobile yesterday is a very close runner-up.
This venue has much better music than mine… I hear the Black-eyed Peas and Tina Turner all day. Here it’s the Bittersweet Symphony (was that by Verve or Verve Pipe… I think they’re two different bands).
As you can see, my mind is wandering, and I’ve been enjoying my day off. Now the cheerleaders are behind me running up and down the stands, practicing to Mr. Taliman. Hey Mr. Taliman, tali me banana. What does that mean? 80% of the music here is American, and 95% of the movies that people talk about. Think that affects what they think about the USA.
Now they’re dancing to this same instrumental thing that others have been at my venue.
Oh and I’m also uploading a picture of my lunch.
And finally here they go… She Bangs. “She looks like a flower but she stings like a bee.” How profound, Ricky; truer words were never sung, Mr. Martin. Me say day-o.