do not know why the eight were already on their feet this morning, blame the jet lag or dell'insopportabile noise myself, Americo Roma, Francesco Catitti e Luca Marini si viene a creare nel corso di una nottata. Sono questi i componenti della camera 133 del Ramada Hotel. Dude e Toby sono al piano di sopra con Benjamin , che finalmente stamattina abbiamo conosciuto.
Ma prima un accenno alla colazione che ci ritroveremo a fare per i prossimi giorni:
non c'è niente di salato. ci sono però cupcakes al mirtillo, donuts e pastella con macchina per fare i waffles ( così sarà contento Hiro Nakamura ). Poi della pessima marmellata/gelatina di uva e fragole, succo di arancia e mela, cereali in abbondanza tra cui alcune palline multicolore delle quale preferisco nn fidarmi. Scendo a fare colazione con Marini, che non perde occasione di divorare qualsiasi cosa ci sia li intorno while I settle for a cupcake and a slice of bread and jam. After showers, trays, dressing and random chatter we head to the airport to retrieve Benjamin taglioso that proves to be as it seemed to be email or chat. He, Americo and Luke go to search for the missing luggage to Marini that is still missing, Dude never misses a chance to be screwed to a value of money changes indecent, while I go with Kato to write his death sentence, that it becomes second designated driver of our beautiful Toyota Sienna. Brackets: 2 times in which we turned on the radio we caught 2 times Paramore, 2 times Lady Gaga, Akon and a bang of country stuff. We ask Ben some advice for where to die swollen by good food and he advises us to New Mexico "TACO CABANA. Taco Cabana is a kind of paradise for those who want to die of cholesterol in a fast and effective: Mexican food in quantity, spicy sauces, empty glasses that you can fill them for free to all that want apatto that is soft, but especially so much fat , lots and lots of disease. I'll do a thing called the Flaming Chicken or something like that: $ 6 to have access to a whole fucking chicken marinated in lemon and then thrown into the oven or do not know which place has been fired, a shot of rice with onions that would be problems even at a Chinese, a quantity of beans limp and rotten but irresistible flavor and a killer set sauces, salads and other crap that frankly I understand nn. I am able to eat maybe half, and I think that I have less stuff to everyone. The general smell after this lunch at noon was more or less like going to die in peace at the hotel. But we still had to go to change money in a place where the rate was reasonable and the Guitar Center (store space where you can find everything you want at half the price) to buy some of the things we had ordered for the show tomorrow. Having said that all loads to make us a couple of hours sleep and here we are the hotel. And these are the consequences of a lunch at Taco Cabana.
not read on the most interesting if you are weak of stomach: "Uncle I'm afraid .." Luca Marini is the sentence pronounced by the bathroom, no more than ten minutes ago. The prologue is the seat of our Toyota Sienna had to endure his scureggia so terrifying that even the newcomer Ben rebelled, saying: "Luke, man, no more Taco Cabana for you!".
arrive at the hotel and while there was peace in the room 133, between a chat and the other a Marine emerges from his silence with a "Uoooooooo. We ask what the problem was and he replied "no, no, okay, just that I thought uooooooooooooooooo", is rising in step with a terrified face. The following sentence, the report only for the record, ma è qualcosa che un essere umano dovrebbe non dire durante il corso della sua vita: " ragazzi, mi sono cacato sotto". Dopo di questo è corso in bagno è lì è rimasto fino a un paio di minuti fa, senza dare cenni se non quel "zio ho paura" di cui sopra. Credo che i tizi dell'hotel si saranno fatti grasse risate se , come credo, hanno inserito delle telecamere nascoste in bagno. Fatto sta che intanto noi, nell'incredulità generale, abbiamo assistito ad un gran bel parto anale anche se , a posteriori, Luca dice essere molto ridimensionato. L'unica cosa che mi viene da dire è: Grazie, Taco Cabana.
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