Buona Pasqua mi amici!
And that’s the extent of my Italian. It’s a shame that I don’t know more of it, but according to Nonna I could never learn from my father because they speak a vintage Napoli dialect that apparently isn’t really spoken at all anymore, plus my father’s grasp of the language is that of an 8 year old’s because he moved here at that age. I’m pretty sure that if I learned Italian from my grandmother and then went over to Montella, they’d look at me like “What is this girl doing talking like a 77 year old?”
I hope everyone got to Mass today and if it was crowded, I hope it wasn’t too bad on your legs if you had to stand. I managed to score a spot right on top of a ledge on the side of the church, right on top of the heater. We were just a little bit late, so when we walked in a huge whisper ran through the crowd. I was a little embarrassed but I expected it to happen. As we found a spot near the back, Dad whispered to me, “They’re probably thinking that I only go to church on Christmas and Easter and they’re now mad at me for being a bad Catholic!”
It also didn’t help that my choice of shoes made it painfully obvious that I had messed up on self-tanner earlier this week…the residue went right to my feet and for a day or so it looked like I had stuck them in a deep-fryer.
By now I’m sure you all saw my piece in the Courant, something that I was really shocked by. I got a call from my dad when he was in Secaucus for the draft asking me if I could write a piece about the season. “Just email it to them, they’re expecting to hear back from me,” he said.
“What, hold on,” I said, trying not to laugh. “You’re saying that the Courant wants you to write something for Sunday, but you’re now going to ask me to do it for you?”
“Yeah!” he said. “Don’t worry, I’m telling them about it before you email them the article. It’s due tomorrow at 1.”
For a perfectionist, my dad is the laziest person I know. But I managed to type it up and send it in, and I refused to let dad look at it until today in the paper. However, I was kind of stunned that I got a little preview on the front page and Rebecca didn’t! I thought Rebecca’s article was better than mine…personally I think she’s funnier and better at everything than I am, but once again I digress.
Anyway. This week is the big move to NYC, and I’m both excited and terrified. I’ve been wanting this since the minute I graduated from school (UCONN, of course!) and to have it happening so soon is kind of overwhelming. I keep remembering things that I have to buy and addresses I need to change. Mom and Dad have been pretty cool about the whole thing, although Dad grumbles every once and a while about the bill. I’m pretty sure once I strike gold in Manhattan, he’ll be fine with it since I’ll then take over the majority of the rent. Personally, I’m more excited to see all of my New York friends, and they can’t wait to show me the city.
I will keep on updating throughout the week but probably not until Wednesday, because until then my life will be a flurry of seeing friends for the last time before I go. I feel like people think I’m moving to Guatemala…it’s two hours away, people…
PS. If you don’t have anything to do one of the nights this week, I suggest seeing Adventureland. It was absolutely brilliant. Yes, I see silly comedies a lot. But this one really struck a chord.