last week was crazy busy. 2 evenings of teaching classes (including choreographing for raqs west), 2 evenings of preparing for a show, one evening of troupe rehearsal - performing in a show - coming home at 130am to choreograph - getting to bed at 3 - and waking up at 8:10am to teach 2 classes.

by noon on saturday i was done dancing.

i spent the afternoon with gianma's family having one of those extended italian lunches that seems like 3 meals in one.

late in the afternoon i snuggled up on my couch with a pint of ice cream, a bag of doritos, and a blanket and watched Harold and Maude. then i took a delicious nap. pure heaven.

later that night, at chickens house, i found myself entwined in a very confusing conversation with seba. some of it was in english, some in spanish, and a few words in italian. eventually seba was gone, dianna was asleep on the couch, and gianma was singing to her and playing the guitar. then cougar and cobra were after me again and in a drunken whirl i remember trying to get away and then ending up on the floor with my arm hurting. once i shook that off, there was an inpromptu dance party. gianfilippo was wearing my winter coat on his head and doing a special dance while hovering over dianna (still asleep), and gianma was doing the most hilarious dance. i have not laughed that hard in MONTHS.

made it to bed at 4am and by 1pm we were up and out and buying sandwiches, chips, and juice to share with the gang at chickens house because some old cockamamie soccer games were going to be on all afternoon. dianna made bloody marys, we played a fun game of scrabble while the boys cursed at the television set, then we all broke out for a few hours to run errands.

that evening dianna made a delicious dinner for the four of us. we busted open the red wine and had had pecorino, salami, artichokes, olives and bread with oil. then, spinach and citrus salad with shaved parmesan. the main course was a beef short rib stew that she'd been cooking for like 3 hours. SO GOOD! then we had cheesecake.

i love food. food, will you marry me?