Never really been homesick, even if I haven't been living at home for quite some time now... and that's because I have a secret trick to deal with it.
Whenever I miss home, I make some Italian food! Carbonara, spag Bol, a nice bottle of red and it all goes away...
But... just the other night, I had an amazing dream. I was at my Nonna's home (grandmother) and we were just getting ready to eat, cutting the prosciutto, placing the olives around, some nice fresh bread... I could just see her calling me up to her house to eat... and I woke up.
It was a weird and kinda sad feeling... so I just had to go and buy some fresh bocconcini di mozzarella yesterday and have some nice salad with balsamic vinegar to make it all better!
Take some stressed childcare workers, my leaving do, a few bottles of champagnes and some naked men... brilliant time at the strippers!
My amazing girls from City Kids took me out to Melbourne's best male strip club.
We were all so excited we knew all the best acts already: Pistol Pete in his policeman uniform, some Italian stallion (wtf, he couldn't even say "ciao" in Italian!) and some Spanish dancer to show you how to salsa...
We had a great time, I got to dance on stage and, last but not least, I also got a goodie bag... I'll let you guess what's in the strippers' goodie bag! ;)
