The hotel in Rome had
a really nice lounge lobby area.
My interest was piqued
by a sign advertising for
an event of tasting craft Italian beer.
I figured it might be
a nice way to wind down
after a day of sightseeing.
They featured numerous beers
and had live entertainment.
I was amused as it was a piano player
singing from the American Songbook.
It was a lounge act
I could have seen in Vegas
or even Biloxi or Atlantic City.
He maneuvered through the classics
and obviously pleased
one group of Americans
There was one of the ladies
that became enthralled when
he played “Volare”
I sipped my Birrifico
chuckling to myself.
Then she kept going up
and requesting that he play
the same song over and over.
She was dancing with her husband;
with her friend and by herself.
The piano player kept trying
to go back to his regular set.
The requests for “Volare”
kept resounding.
She was drunk and knew what she wanted.
Her husband was embarrassed.
The other couple with them was embarrassed.
I was greatly amused.
I poured some Loverbeer
into my glass and slowly sipped.
Another day par de course:
A drunk American fool
making a spectacle
of his or herself.
I took a swig of beer
with smug satisfaction
knowing that once again
a drunk American fool
was making a spectacle
of his or herself
and this time,
for a change,
it wasn’t me.
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loverbeer is a real thing? ooooooo k. Not a fan of Volare even when I first heard it I thought it was kinda strange. Ooooh oh - :D
Loverbeer is actually the
Loverbeer is actually the name of an Italian craft beer. It was good stuff.