There's a Little Green Crocodile in My Drink

 And I mean, this might have been the "rose" of my day, which has otherwise been a bit thorny.

(Do y'all know that concept? Sophie at the dinner table used to ask us for the "rose" or highlight and "thorn" or low point of our days.)

So this is a Rum Cooler, which is one of my favorite summer cocktails in Italy, run to try one subito, and they put a little gummy crocodile on it as a garnish. I mean, I would have laughed, but I was so hot and exhausted at that point that I even forgot to eat the little guy up.

So let me backtrack...this morning seems ages ago.

I got up again this morning deciding to go on a run, but this time I didn't even manage to get my shoes on before it was all derailed.

Somehow the morning got sideways between a series of events that included broken gates, gas technicians, kids with busted cars, laundry, emails, credit cards--you name it, and I had to catch a train at 11 for Torino, so running is once again put off. Maybe tomorrow. But I doubt it.

So I get to Torino, Emilia picks me up and we go to the hair salon so I can get my roots done before my party this weekend. And they did a great job! Although I just will not get over non-air conditioned salons, especially when they start applying a blow dryer. When I got up out of my seat at the salon, I and the chair were soaking wet with sweat, but somehow, my hair looked great!

We were then going to grab some lunch, but the lunch place next to us closed, and by now it was 2:30 and I had a million errands to run before my train home--including one I really wanted to accomplish, which was finding something to wear to my own party on Saturday.

But alas, this was not in the cards. And although we went to at least 8 stores, I found no dress. Don't judge me when you see me in the same black dress I wear in every photo or the tomato-colored dress I wore to Agnes' 50th. You've been warned.

And by the way, running around Torino in 95 degree humid weather does not make for a good time. I mean, wait!! You're all coming here. Shit. Yes it DOES!! It makes for a great time. 

But I'll tell you what. I felt a bit dejected when I boarded the train for Pinerolo at 6 pm. Hot, sweaty, tired, no dress, but a bottle of some sort of hair serum I was convinced to buy at the salon, starving, as I hadn't eaten all day...

So when Hans told me he'd be late to pick me up, because he was in a meeting at the pub that was running long, I told him I was going to the bar and I'd text him which one. 

Which is how we get to the little green crocodile drink, because I hied my bags and sweaty body a kilometer down the street to Da Vinci bar, sat down, threw down my bags, and ordered a Rum Cooler.

And that was the rose of my day, although we did have a nice meal out afterwards, which was before we got home to the still broken gate, water flooding the yard, and the electricity going out while I was in the shower.

I think I'll go running tomorrow.