Sunday, May 22, 2011

Charlie's Angels are on the case!
Charlie's Angels Italian Style
I am the luckiest woman on earth. I got to go dancing in Viareggio with two gorgeous police officers who let me pretend to be Charlie's Angels with them.  I know Anna Maria, of course, because her daughter is in class with T and because, in the end, she gave us our permessi di soggiorno.  Anna's colleague Serena is intimidating, to say the least, when she is in uniform and on the job, but in person she really is an angel. Plus she fought over which one of us should be stuck being Kate Jackson/Sabrina, both of us proclaiming vehemently that the other deserved the part of Jaclyn Smith. So it was love at first sight.  She is a single mom of the three from Sicily and she is a really funny and a good story teller.  When Anna turned 40 they got tattoos together. They let me make lots of bad jokes all night about how we were going to thwart crime on our way to go dancing.  They were like. . . this is going to get old eventually, and I was like . . . no it's not.
Me practicing at home

When we got to the club they showed their badges and the bouncers kind of bounced out of our way.  No entrance fee for me, ragazzi. The night started out great because the dance floor wasn't too crowded and they were playing classic dance anthems by Aretha Franklin and ABBA and the Black Eyed Peas, but then as the night got on things got cornier and more electronic and my feet would not move another centimetro.  I resisted taking off my heels for the ballerinas in my purse and eventually they both took pity on me and asked if I was too tired to continue.  It was already 2:30 AM so I felt like it was okay to punk out. At one point, as a joke, I went to dance on top of a table and the other angels yelled at me and told me I wasn't allowed; but when I stepped down, I accidentally knocked the down all the plastic drink cups and made a mess.  They clucked their tongues in their cheeks and shook their heads at me, but I just shrugged. Americans can get away with a lot. Hee hee.
From the outside you can't tell how crazy it is inside.






Then a bachelor party of drunk sad sacks came over and made their move on the angels.  I got to tell the most obnoxious one that my friends were cops and that I was from NY so he was really sh#@t out of luck and he started mumbling a whole string of nonsense about how he had an important government job of some kind as he skulked off. It was awesome. Next time there will probably be some de-masking of bad guys and some playing tennis and not getting sweaty or pretending to be cheerleaders and exiting in helicopters. So I'll keep you posted.

It was a tad crowded.

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