back from hell
by "hell" I mean Milan. I hate that city. well, if I have to drive... (by subway it's definitely better!)
yesterday I left work 2 hours earlier to drive all the way to San Siro stadium to see DEPECHE MODE!
and obviously I got lost on my way there. I cried and I yelled, I got hysteric, I threatened other drivers... Milan's streets are... like... SATAN... and what's worse is that it was all my fault because Ilaria's father gave us perfect indications about the road, and I mistook right at the crucial point.
well, in the end, most of the people were still outside when we got there, we missed the first couple of songs, we unintentionally splitted in two groups (and I spent all the time in fear that the other two girls were blocked outside the stadium), but we were IN and that was all that counted.
we were a bit far, our "neighbours" were a bit of a pain in the ass, but we just ignored them and sang and danced like crazy, and totally enjoyed it!
I think I will post some pics and crappy videos, so I avoid descriptions. (martin's clothes ar undescribable, anyway...)
after the concert, we gave a lift to a couple of friends, and we had to go through Milan, and despite the fact that streets were quite empty at 1 in the morning, we still managed to lose like a hour thanks to f******* traffic lights and nonsense crossroads.
I was at home at 4, quite desperate, and this morning I'm a total zombie.
but who cares, dave is worth all this! ^_____^
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