martedì 30 luglio 2013

la Stalla (club).

La stalla
Today I’d like to address to the youngest readers, my friends’ sons and daughters, since many of them read the blog with their parents. This pleases me immensely and makes me feel proud, because I consider these friends great parents.

I would never have imagined that one day I would have been considered an example for my friends’ kids. Frankly I’d have preferred not to write a blog like this and to be seen as a lazy, laid back kind of guy by friends and their offspring.
Well, this is how it is, anyway.

La Stalla (the Barn) was the place to be on Saturday evening.
Yes, that’s right. Back then people only went out once a week.
These outings were always the same : dinner (pizza and coke) (I mean the drink, that’s the only coke we knew then...) usually at Ritz, famous pizza place (it later became a restaurant too, that the owners, Mr and Mrs Tonelli, called Ritzino in a burst of fantasy).

Drinks before dinner ? They didn’t exist (we didn’t have the time, since we ate dinner at eight. That’s right. At eight).

And listen to this : we went clubbing at… eleven PM ! The coolest ones got there at midnight, but they missed Avio Bonazzi, the owner, who shouted « welcome to the Barn, to eat, drink and dance ! », to give the evening a start).

and then... just pure Poetry. It was the highlight of the evening, only for a select few (but despite being selected they never understood the meaning of Avio’s words).

How about DJs ? Hometown boys, from Mantova or even Cerese, the village on the outskirts of Mantova where The Barn was. Liro and Nada, but no Christophe Le Friant, aka Bob Sinclar...
and Music was Music with a capital M.

Donna Summer, Barry White, Bee Gees, George Michael... names that today’s teenagers don’t know but that remind their parents of their first love, the first kiss… Good old Barry could have been the soundtrack of your conception…. Ask Dad…

Then, at one, the first parents crept in, furtive, in search of their daughter, hoping not to find her clinging to the current boyfriend...

The evening always ended at "Chez vous", the sandwich place where the menu held some classics : sandwich with roast and artichoke spread and the best "banana split" ever in the history of "banana split". Simply unequalled.

So, chatting and laughing, we staid out late, but not too much, because most of us played soccer the day after.

Well, that’s it.

But we loved it.

And I don’t regret one moment, one laugh, one banana split of those wonderful teenager years.

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