As was expected, desired, advocated, early ... as we prepare for the future year's most anticipated, the evening when everything will be allowed, alla notte, anzi alla Nottata per definizione, quella per la quale da tempo abbiamo scelto il vestito più giusto, abbiamo formato la compagnia più divertente, abbiamo prenotato il ristorante con il menu migliore e abbiamo scelto con cura la manifestazione alla quale Assolutamente non si può mancare: lo Spettacolone della Notte di Fine Anno!
La parola stessa evoca un’aura di trasgressione: finisce un anno; uno nuovo è in arrivo, la vita non finisce ma ricomincia quindi, sotto, diamoci da fare! Bisogna divertirsi ad ogni costo.. voglia di fare pazzie, sparare bòtti, stappare bottiglie, tirare roba in aria, cantare in chorus, dance street, kissing strangers, be willing (carefully) an adventure!
We had to wait until 9:30 to enter the restaurant (they had to first leave the guests who had booked for the first round), then finally sat down and warm, the menu here spans the legendary New Year's Eve! Crostini of land and sea, caviar sandwiches, sausages known and never seen, canapés colorful and mysterious, white and red wines, unusual ethnic rolls ... and is just the appetizer! A short distance then comes the pumpkin risotto, pappardelle with artichokes, crepes stuffed with salmon and gamberi…
E da qui in poi è tutto in sovrappiù perché nessuno, nonostante ci si ostini a voler assaggiare tutto, ce la farebbe più, stesse solo a lui, a mandar giù un altro boccone, ma.. è Fine Anno, siamo in compagnia di amici, la notte è giovane, il cenone costa come 4 cene normali e allora.. allegria e sotto con la forchetta!
Uno dopo l’altro la sorridente, ma impaziente cameriera (deve uscire a divertirsi anche lei, dopo) posa delicatamente i piatti sotto il nostro naso: arrosto misto (e accanto piattino con patate arrosto), lepre in salmì (e accanto, piatto con insalate verdi e rosse),e poi, sformato di spinaci, timballo di melanzane… basta! Mercy!
But the New Year has its own rules and then, in with the corny jokes awaiting the stroke of midnight (somehow one has to pass the time).
are only half past eleven, the cake with almonds, came too quickly on the table (along with the spirits), has already gone to reach the stomach, its related previously barely swallow .. At this time as it would be nice to lie down on the couch in the warm, dim the lights, take off your shoes and maybe take a digested Selz ...: Hey! You can not, understand?
We must make the ceremony of uncorking the bottle (with all that put their hands over her ears to show that they are afraid of the barrel), and then kiss everyone around us (even those of which we would rather avoid), and then, to greet all the other diners in and out in the cold to see the big shows Piazza, prepared by our Mayor immeasurable.
gone out like stepping into a Dantesque (Malebolge?). The streets are full packed with Smoking Barrels pulling bombettoni, girls and boys who embraced trudging zigzag completely drunk, barrels everywhere, emitting hissing spirals and then young and old of all genders (once you said " both "but now no one knows how many more ..) that have already made e strafatti (e non sono ancora le una!) siedono sui gradini delle case mentre altri cercano di riposare lasciandosi andare sdraiati sulle pietre della strada, tutte ingombre di cartucce esplose, carte e cartacce, bicchieri di plastica, bottiglie semivuote di spumante… Un giovane, ormai allo stremo della resistenza, piscia contro un muro, poco lontano dal viavai continuo della fiumana interminabile di gente..
Qualcuno ci affronta, la voce impastata: “Augui… Buonanno…” e fa un saluto che sembra uno sberleffo, altre coppie, in disparte si baciano interminabilmente (almeno loro), due energumeni cercano di attaccar briga con quelli che passano..
Riesco a farmi largo.. mi avvicino alla Piazza to look at New Year's Concert, but a human wall of backs, backpacks, horse people to other people's stops me: it is an impenetrable wall .. You hear voices, songs and music at full noise tolerance, we see flashes of light and one senses more than to see a tide of young people screaming and jumping with your feet together and hands outstretched to top ... They form as a human tide where the hands are the waves .. Hence you do not pass. He is also cold, and feels too much food in the stomach, his head a bit 'turns, I lose my pee (even to my friends) ... We're not just good ..
Somehow, greeted his companions that night, at home to get there, and only then shut the door behind him, you can rest.
But would not it have been better (less work, cheaper, healthier, smarter, and with the right company, vastly more fun) to stay at home? A good meal at the usual time, then a little 'freedom of chatter in the living room, and then to the TV where a good movie, bought for the occasion, ready to be seen in peace. At midnight, then you pour the champagne and enjoyed a slice of Pandora. We hug, we kiss ... and it turns off the television because there is so much better to do.
would be out an idea like this? Forget the sad rite the obligatory "to hell", refuse to binge a must, avoid the confusion's sake? Would not trigger the next New Year? We would not have the same problems that lie ahead for the pass despite our pathetic attempts to exorcise them by embarking on companies that brutalizes idiotic?
Meditate, people, meditate. 
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