After consulting with my legal team and some back alley deals with agents of rockstars here ya go, the conclusion to my last night in Cortona: facts: 1. Bob Geldof and Max Weinberg both just "talked" to me. 2. They're still In the restaurant somewhere. 3. I've had a tasty meal and lots of vino...not sure how much...metric. 4. I need to, ya know, return all this wine. I go inside and am told the WC is downstairs (WC is the shitter for the Americans here). 5. I go down and see what can only be described as a DaVincianly perfect composition of rock godliness! 6. I return the wine...nonchalantly so as not to look uncool. My thoughts: holy shit! Did you not just witness the last supper composition with rockstars and their minions/posse? IN Tuscany? 7. I leave the WC. 8. Eight, eight! I forget what eight is for but 9. In all of the nonchalantness and not really grasping the metric system, I'm back on the street. 10. Shit! That was a really good meal. (Appetizer of Quail eggs and truffles pictured-instead of Max Weinberg or the last supper rock icon style).
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