We were totally fit for a start at 9:15 AM sharp. It was an enormous effort but we made it. Looking in each other's face we agreed that we looked like Green Smurfs. Headache was aggressive. Having a quick access to our alcohol database we discovered that the night before we had a bottle of wine, grappa, amaro (spirit based on erbs) and absinth. Each. Green color was definitively justified.
The Yacht show was really cool. I got in as Press (my good old press id) and Roby sold his hiperprofessional digicam at high price. He got in as a fotographer. All the rest is cliché'. Expensive boats, expensive girls, expensive drinks and the usual question. You just buy new or you have go a second hand to trade in, Sir? No second hand, of course. I normally just sink it :). That's the way we like it...
In the early afternoon sun and hangover brought up the first hallucinations.
After the show aperitivo and dinner with nice and smiling chick asking: "are you professional photographer?". Too much to laugh, too little sleep: no answer. Back at home, alone as usual...
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