Monday, July 20, 2009
A perfect Saturday in Rome: friends, prosecco, cake, scooters and a crazy man yelling into a non-existent cell phone.
Finally the weather cooled off this weekend. Saturday I went to a ladies’ birthday brunch for a friend at the vegetarian restaurant Il Margutta. Everyone got dressed up and the food was very good. A. cried when we surprised her with her gift. We had a great time.
After brunch we went to Monti for coffee, window-shopping and to stop by Contessa Rock Style salon. I had referred A. to my hairdresser, Elena, who did an amazing job.
We drove to Monti via scooter. I usually get very nervous on scooters. I don’t know if it was the glasses of prosecco, the fact that it was stunning day or just the positive vibes from the birthday (in the top photo driving with M.) girl but I had a blast.
We kept talking to random Italians at the stoplights. I know some were thinking, “who are these loud Americans and Italians?”
In Monti I ran into my infamous friend G. and his girlfriend. Later as we walked past a restaurant, I saw another friend and realized that G. knew him. I cracked up as every time I’m with G. we bump into someone he knows.
As us ladies sat at a café, a man was sitting on the ground nearby ranting and raving. At the same time several of us said, “Wow he’s very attractive. Too bad he’s crazy.” Then I saw him standing on the ledge of the fountain. He later sat down and was shouting into what I thought was a cell phone. There was no phone. Another man walked over to him and the two other them started screaming together. He must be a local, as several people nodded to him.
After window shopping and stopping by a friend’s place for more prosecco, it was off to apertivi. I wasn’t going stay long or drink but wanted to at least stop by. We had to drop another friend off at a metro stop. As we rode scooters down the street toward the Coliseum the sun was setting. It was a surreal moment. I thought about how amazing this summer has been.
Here I am broke as hell, not knowing if I will ever make it as a screenwriter and single. Next month I will be one year older and at age where I should be settled and stable.
However, when two summers ago I wrote this POST I had a job, money in bank but I was absolutely miserable.
As we zoom passed the Coliseum N., who’s Italian and was just complaining about how nothing works in Rome compared to New York, yelled, “I love this city.” I agreed and we started laughing.
The birthday girl excited about her cake.
Taking a photo on Via Margutta