New Year's Eve

I didn't really intend to celebrate tonight but Marcello was very insistent and Alessandro wouldn't let me stay in my room. I'm some hours ahead of all of my US-based friends so I'm sure you are all still finalizing plans and trying to decide what to wear. As for me, we've been passing around the wine, eating far too much food and Marcello has been taking many, many pictures. I've taken his camera away to clear some of them off.

I told Paola, one of my neighbors here, that there are so many people at this party, it almost feels like trying to navigate the streets of Manhattan. Of course, everyone is nicer, happier, and instead of giving you the finger if you bump into them they give you a hug and kiss.

Maybe it's all the wine talking, but I'm actually having a good time tonight.

( A few of the pictures under here: )

HAPPY @))(

2009...Ooops. Shift key.

Anyway...it's now waaaaaaaaaaaay past midnight for me and my paesani, amici...um Italiano friends and neighbors. I'm going to bed as soon as I can figure out how to get my dress off. Back zipper...I hope Alessandro isn't asleep yet, he can get this thing undone. My feet hurt. Don't ever try to dance up a flight of stairs.

Mmm...oh, pictures!

Me and Marcello. Isn't he cute for an annoying photographer? Someone stole his camera and took this one of us:



He looks like his English mother which is unfortunate around here because all the guys are dark haired and well...oh never mind. Pretty people everywhere.



Me! Me before saying good night and coming up here to wish everyone a happy new year.

No more 2008. I couldn't handle any more 2008. It was an awful AWFUL year. Bye bye 2008. Arrivederci. Ciao, 2008. Take all your horrible memories with you. Pippa is ready for a good year and happy things now.

Dolce Sogni! Sogni d'ora e Felice Nuova Ano!