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Monday, January 1, 2018
Happy New Year!
Mr. Fettuccini and Ms. Goulash celebrated New Year Eve on Ireland time (7pm est). We don't do midnight.
Mr. Fettuccini: Me and my gypsy lady did our celebratin' on Boomer time last night. We go out early and come home late (at least by 9pm). It doesn't take much to wind up this little Italian but once you pull the key out, it ain't goin' back in till 24 hours later. So, when I wind down, that's a day for me. Anyways, when Ms. Goulash said we'd be celebratin' an Irish New Year I thought we was goin' to an Irish Pub. The only thing that came to mind was our last adventure with Bangers and Mash. I never had a good experience with Bangers and Mash. When we went to an Irish Pub, I figured I got this, cause I know the code to get in...Bangers and Mash. So I banged on the door till I almost mashed my fingers but nobody answered. They was all inside singin' "Danny Boy". Well, I thought they was lookin' for Danny and I started yellin' "hey, he's out here wit us". They just kept singin'. But I digress...we all brought somethin' to eat to the party at Gypsy Karen's. My wise guy pal Little Richie brought Irish Soda Bread Biscuits. They was really good but I never got any soda to wash them down. One of the other gypsy gals, Peggs, brought a dish called Irish Stew. It was delish but with a name like Irish Stew I wasn't sure if I was supposed to sit and sulk a while before puttin' a spoonful in my mouth. Hey! When in Rome as the sayin' goes!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! This gypsy never prepared an Irish dish before. I roast everything on our campfire. Roasted lasagne is my signature dish. It's to die for Dahlings! However, I made pasties for the first time. Now, it's pronounced PAST TEES not PASTE TEES as one party goer Mikey kept calling it. Everyone knows that a proper gypsy doesn't do PASTE TEES. They would clash with our scarfs Dahlings! My fellow gypsy Karen was our hostess last night. She made a fabulous crock pot Reuben. She doesn't know it but I went back into the kitchen for seconds and thirds and then graciously accepted a bowl of leftovers which I put into my gypsy bag along with some figurines, artwork and campfire utensils. It's a gypsy thing....and very flattering to a gypsy hostess.
Mr. Fettuccini: The best part of the night was when all the gypsies, Ms. Goulash, Mary, Lisa, Karen, Peggs, Jana and Chicago Sue got in a circle and started singin' Auld Lang Syne. That was one of the best songs they didn't know the words to I ever heard.
Happy New Year to you's all !!
Mr. Fettuccini: Me and my gypsy lady did our celebratin' on Boomer time last night. We go out early and come home late (at least by 9pm). It doesn't take much to wind up this little Italian but once you pull the key out, it ain't goin' back in till 24 hours later. So, when I wind down, that's a day for me. Anyways, when Ms. Goulash said we'd be celebratin' an Irish New Year I thought we was goin' to an Irish Pub. The only thing that came to mind was our last adventure with Bangers and Mash. I never had a good experience with Bangers and Mash. When we went to an Irish Pub, I figured I got this, cause I know the code to get in...Bangers and Mash. So I banged on the door till I almost mashed my fingers but nobody answered. They was all inside singin' "Danny Boy". Well, I thought they was lookin' for Danny and I started yellin' "hey, he's out here wit us". They just kept singin'. But I digress...we all brought somethin' to eat to the party at Gypsy Karen's. My wise guy pal Little Richie brought Irish Soda Bread Biscuits. They was really good but I never got any soda to wash them down. One of the other gypsy gals, Peggs, brought a dish called Irish Stew. It was delish but with a name like Irish Stew I wasn't sure if I was supposed to sit and sulk a while before puttin' a spoonful in my mouth. Hey! When in Rome as the sayin' goes!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! This gypsy never prepared an Irish dish before. I roast everything on our campfire. Roasted lasagne is my signature dish. It's to die for Dahlings! However, I made pasties for the first time. Now, it's pronounced PAST TEES not PASTE TEES as one party goer Mikey kept calling it. Everyone knows that a proper gypsy doesn't do PASTE TEES. They would clash with our scarfs Dahlings! My fellow gypsy Karen was our hostess last night. She made a fabulous crock pot Reuben. She doesn't know it but I went back into the kitchen for seconds and thirds and then graciously accepted a bowl of leftovers which I put into my gypsy bag along with some figurines, artwork and campfire utensils. It's a gypsy thing....and very flattering to a gypsy hostess.
Mr. Fettuccini: The best part of the night was when all the gypsies, Ms. Goulash, Mary, Lisa, Karen, Peggs, Jana and Chicago Sue got in a circle and started singin' Auld Lang Syne. That was one of the best songs they didn't know the words to I ever heard.
Happy New Year to you's all !!
Monday, February 6, 2017
We Go Out in Savannah
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently visited The Vault on Bull Street for dinner along with their good guys and gypsy clan from Born in the 50's and 60's.
Mr. Fettuccini: Yo all you's Boomers! It's a new year and time for me and the little lady to get back to tellin' all you's about our adventures in La La Land....I mean Savannah...although sometimes I think I'm livin' in a La La Land and I mean that in a wise guy kind'a way. Last night, we had dinner at The Vault on Bull Street. It was stupendous. It was a wise guy's dream 'cause they sat us in the actual vault. I could still smell the aroma of all that loot they used to stash there. Ah, what a sweet smell! And speakin' of sweet smells, our meal did not disappoint. We ordered grilled calamari, seared pork shumai and a California roll. Rich, one of the other good guys in our group commented that he's always a little suspicious of establishments that don't have burgers. He said maybe something bad might'a happened in the joint's previous life and they didn't want anything that could be ordered bloody on their menu. After our meal, this little Italian was ready to be rolled outta that former bank but we are definitely goin' back.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! What Mr. Fettuccini didn't tell you was that halfway through our meal, he took a little tour of The Vault but mostly kept his head down as he was hoping to find loose change or dollar bills left behind from their banking days. What a silly boy! Didn't he realize that I already did that tour upon our arrival and after not finding anything, I took out my tambourine and scooped up some change and dollar bills that some diners just left on their tables. Once a gypsy, always a gypsy! Of course, I left that money as our waiter's tip. After all, I am one generous gypsy Dahlings! Conversations at our table flowed like one of my dancing skirts. My gypsy girlfriend Karen talked about trying out online dating once but found it disappointing. Of course it was! Nothing beats dancing around a campfire and luring a man to you, Dahling. Just ask Mr. Fettuccini! Next time, we need to take advantage of The Vault's outdoor dining. Their torch heaters kind of resemble campfires!....I think I hear gypsy music in our future.
Mr. Fettuccini: Yo all you's Boomers! It's a new year and time for me and the little lady to get back to tellin' all you's about our adventures in La La Land....I mean Savannah...although sometimes I think I'm livin' in a La La Land and I mean that in a wise guy kind'a way. Last night, we had dinner at The Vault on Bull Street. It was stupendous. It was a wise guy's dream 'cause they sat us in the actual vault. I could still smell the aroma of all that loot they used to stash there. Ah, what a sweet smell! And speakin' of sweet smells, our meal did not disappoint. We ordered grilled calamari, seared pork shumai and a California roll. Rich, one of the other good guys in our group commented that he's always a little suspicious of establishments that don't have burgers. He said maybe something bad might'a happened in the joint's previous life and they didn't want anything that could be ordered bloody on their menu. After our meal, this little Italian was ready to be rolled outta that former bank but we are definitely goin' back.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! What Mr. Fettuccini didn't tell you was that halfway through our meal, he took a little tour of The Vault but mostly kept his head down as he was hoping to find loose change or dollar bills left behind from their banking days. What a silly boy! Didn't he realize that I already did that tour upon our arrival and after not finding anything, I took out my tambourine and scooped up some change and dollar bills that some diners just left on their tables. Once a gypsy, always a gypsy! Of course, I left that money as our waiter's tip. After all, I am one generous gypsy Dahlings! Conversations at our table flowed like one of my dancing skirts. My gypsy girlfriend Karen talked about trying out online dating once but found it disappointing. Of course it was! Nothing beats dancing around a campfire and luring a man to you, Dahling. Just ask Mr. Fettuccini! Next time, we need to take advantage of The Vault's outdoor dining. Their torch heaters kind of resemble campfires!....I think I hear gypsy music in our future.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
We Go Out In Savannah
Bonna Bella Yacht Club
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash love this little spot where boats pull up and the view is great. It's located off of LaRoche not far from Savannah State University at the end of Livingston. Mr. Fettucini, please float this one:
Mr. Fettucini: Ahoy, you's all. I just love this spot. It brings out the sailor in me. You's all know that I yam what I yam. Even though I get sick as a dog just walkin' onboard any vessel, the water still has a special place in my heart. I remember many summers down the Jersey shore and also hangin' out at the lakes near the stadium in South Philly. Them were the days. But now, we live surrounded by water and I love it (however, I still get a little nervous whenever I see someone buyin' a bag of cement). Whenever Ms. Goulash and I go to Bonna Bella Yact Club, it gives me a chance to dress in my yacht clothes. I don't know why Ms. Goulash gets so upset with me though. The woman has got to learn how to chill. Our favorite item on the menu is the fish tacos. They make the best. And believe me, we have ordered them at many other establishments but Bonna Bella takes first place.
Ms Goulash: Dahlings! Many of you are aware that Ms. Goulash never learned how to swim, but, put me on a boat and I am thoroughly at home. I just love the sea breezes blowing through my hair and blowing up my skirt (my boots make my legs hot, dahlings). I'm a fan of Bonna Bella's fish tacos also although they have a number of great items on their menu. Now, as for Mr. Fettucini's yacht outfit, I do get bothered by it. I feel like I am with a famous person or something. He always gets all the attention and you know how I am about sharing the attention. Here's a picture of the little Italian in his yacht clothes (tell me if you think I am wrong about disapproving dahlings).
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Bonna Bella Yacht Club: 5 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash love this little spot where boats pull up and the view is great. It's located off of LaRoche not far from Savannah State University at the end of Livingston. Mr. Fettucini, please float this one:
Mr. Fettucini: Ahoy, you's all. I just love this spot. It brings out the sailor in me. You's all know that I yam what I yam. Even though I get sick as a dog just walkin' onboard any vessel, the water still has a special place in my heart. I remember many summers down the Jersey shore and also hangin' out at the lakes near the stadium in South Philly. Them were the days. But now, we live surrounded by water and I love it (however, I still get a little nervous whenever I see someone buyin' a bag of cement). Whenever Ms. Goulash and I go to Bonna Bella Yact Club, it gives me a chance to dress in my yacht clothes. I don't know why Ms. Goulash gets so upset with me though. The woman has got to learn how to chill. Our favorite item on the menu is the fish tacos. They make the best. And believe me, we have ordered them at many other establishments but Bonna Bella takes first place.
Ms Goulash: Dahlings! Many of you are aware that Ms. Goulash never learned how to swim, but, put me on a boat and I am thoroughly at home. I just love the sea breezes blowing through my hair and blowing up my skirt (my boots make my legs hot, dahlings). I'm a fan of Bonna Bella's fish tacos also although they have a number of great items on their menu. Now, as for Mr. Fettucini's yacht outfit, I do get bothered by it. I feel like I am with a famous person or something. He always gets all the attention and you know how I am about sharing the attention. Here's a picture of the little Italian in his yacht clothes (tell me if you think I am wrong about disapproving dahlings).
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Bonna Bella Yacht Club: 5 I.O.'s
Saturday, April 23, 2011
We Go Out In Savannah
Sisters on the Fly
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash attended a gathering at a campground on Tybee Island recently. The name of the event was Sisters on the Fly. Mr. Fettucini will lead the way:
Mr. Fettucini: Whoa! First off, ain't nobody gonna confuse me with a sister. I just needed to put that out there first and foremost. Now, we drove the convertible to Rivers End Campground on Tybee Island to check out all these old time trailers (you's know...those things that people hook up to the back of their cars or trucks and then they go to these here campsites and sleep in their trailers so that they don't have to worry about bed bugs at hotels or motels...they only got to worry about mosquitoes, bees, ants, noisy neighbors and if they ain't got those trailers that got their own toilets, then they also gotta use community toilets and showers). Ms. Goulash says it's lots of fun and reminds her of the old days when she and her family moved around to different gypsy campsites. Anyways, my better half wanted to see the old time trailers, so her wish is my command.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! I was in my glory at Rivers End Campground! All those trailers! All those campfires! All the ladies having so much fun together! They told us stories about where they had traveled from...distances as far as California and Oregon. Some of the ladies met up in Texas and caravaned their way to Georgia. We went inside every trailer. They were all unique but one in particular caught my eye.
Ready for it...here it is...
The gypsy trailer!!! None finer! My people were represented. Mr. Fettucini and I sat around this campsite for longer than he had anticipated (talk about ants....my little Italian was born with ants in his pants...he doesn't know the meaning of the word patience!)
Mr. Fettucini: Yo! I can can hear you's writin' this, you's know!
Anyway dahlings, I asked my fellow gypsy travelers whether they would join me in a ceremonial dance around their campfire and of course they delightfully complied. Gypsies, as you know, are the original Sisters On The Fly, dahlings!
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash attended a gathering at a campground on Tybee Island recently. The name of the event was Sisters on the Fly. Mr. Fettucini will lead the way:
Mr. Fettucini: Whoa! First off, ain't nobody gonna confuse me with a sister. I just needed to put that out there first and foremost. Now, we drove the convertible to Rivers End Campground on Tybee Island to check out all these old time trailers (you's know...those things that people hook up to the back of their cars or trucks and then they go to these here campsites and sleep in their trailers so that they don't have to worry about bed bugs at hotels or motels...they only got to worry about mosquitoes, bees, ants, noisy neighbors and if they ain't got those trailers that got their own toilets, then they also gotta use community toilets and showers). Ms. Goulash says it's lots of fun and reminds her of the old days when she and her family moved around to different gypsy campsites. Anyways, my better half wanted to see the old time trailers, so her wish is my command.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings! I was in my glory at Rivers End Campground! All those trailers! All those campfires! All the ladies having so much fun together! They told us stories about where they had traveled from...distances as far as California and Oregon. Some of the ladies met up in Texas and caravaned their way to Georgia. We went inside every trailer. They were all unique but one in particular caught my eye.
Ready for it...here it is...
Mr. Fettucini: Yo! I can can hear you's writin' this, you's know!
Anyway dahlings, I asked my fellow gypsy travelers whether they would join me in a ceremonial dance around their campfire and of course they delightfully complied. Gypsies, as you know, are the original Sisters On The Fly, dahlings!
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