This past weekend we made a return to the nearby Villa Monticelli for another Irish wedding.
With only 55 people, this marks our smallest catered event since my arrival. Although they were small in numbers, they made up for it in spirit. I was fortunate enough to witness an awesome 80's dance party at the end of the night which culminated with a jig to some Irish folk song that I was unfamiliar with, but everyone went berzerk over.
Earlier in the night I came to the realization that if the cooking thing doesn't work out for me, I can always head out to Hollywood and try out to be a stunt man. I was coming down one set of stairs, when I slipped on a can of red bull and then fell backwards, ass over tea kettle, down another set of spiral stairs. About half way down I heard a loud crack, which I was certain was my neck. I finally reached the bottom, and some how managed to land on my feet, relieved to see that I still had the use of my legs. To the applause of a couple of servers I did a quick survey of damage done to myself... no blood, no bones sticking out of the skin, no cracked skull. Some how I wound up without a scratch. The crack that I heard was a plastic appetizer plate that I rolled over on the way down. I thanked god for sparing my life and did a quick jig which received some laughter from the small crowd that was gathering to make sure that I was alright. I was just psyched about the fact that I can still pull something like that off and walk away from it. I will admit that I was pretty sore in the morning, but it's really funny to me now in retrospect to think about the thought processes that go through your head when you are falling backwards down a spiral staircase. Some one should do a case study.
I added some pics that I didn't have room for on my last post of Villa Monticelli, and the last two are left over from the last post that I made of the Castello di Castelleone. Just a couple of pics of the beautiful church at the end of the street that the castle is on.