Monday, January 19, 2009
Gastronomic Heritage
I just got home from Joann and Jake's, who, in honour of MLK Day, hosted a soul food night at their place. Obviously I didn't partake of the ribs or fried chicken, but I stuffed myself on black-eyed peas and rice, fried okra, cornbread, and a few other delights. I doubt it's what Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had in mind when he had a dream, but it's definitely what I'll be dreaming of tonight when I go to bed.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Cheesecake That Devoured Tokyo
Danielle heads back to Baja on Wednesday, so I asked her what kind of cheesecake she'd like me to make before she leaves. "Coffee," she replied. I found a few recipes and basically just decided to combine the parts of each one that I liked best. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I started yesterday morning. Instead of giving it just a slight coffee essence, I wanted it to have a really evident coffee flavour. I made the coffee really strong and added an extra portion of Kahlua. But then, when I tasted the batter, it was too strong, so I had to add some sugar and creme to tone it down. Then it was too weak, so I added more coffee and Kahlua. This went back and forth for a while until I had a full bowl of cheesecake batter. Thus, the cheesecake had a baby.
I was a little nervous when, as it baked, my house began to smell like burnt coffee. But last night, I took the baby cheesecake over to Johnny and Jenny's place, and they said it was pretty good.
The final vote will be on Tuesday when I take daddy cheesecake to Cheyenne's place. I'd hate for Danielle to go back to Mexico with a bad taste in her mouth.
I started yesterday morning. Instead of giving it just a slight coffee essence, I wanted it to have a really evident coffee flavour. I made the coffee really strong and added an extra portion of Kahlua. But then, when I tasted the batter, it was too strong, so I had to add some sugar and creme to tone it down. Then it was too weak, so I added more coffee and Kahlua. This went back and forth for a while until I had a full bowl of cheesecake batter. Thus, the cheesecake had a baby.
I was a little nervous when, as it baked, my house began to smell like burnt coffee. But last night, I took the baby cheesecake over to Johnny and Jenny's place, and they said it was pretty good.
The final vote will be on Tuesday when I take daddy cheesecake to Cheyenne's place. I'd hate for Danielle to go back to Mexico with a bad taste in her mouth.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Go, Speed Racer
Jake is getting ready to leave for some training in the States. After that, he'll be spending a year in Iraq. So last night, Joann threw a big going-away dinner for him. Jake works on the flightline, so I didn't know many people there; but it was obvious from so many people showing up that he'll be missed.
After dinner, we all went to an indoor go-cart track in Pordenone. I'd heard about it, but never been. I didn't really know what I was in for.
The cars were surprisingly fast, especially for such a curvy track. We were all sliding all over the place, and hitting the walls and stuff. I hadn't had such adolescent fun in a long time. When we got the printout of our results, I saw my top speed was 40 km/hr.
Despite my best efforts, I came in fourth. Corey won first, something that we'll probably hear about until he leaves Italy. I think Johnny felt he got screwed, and wasn't afraid to show it. It was 19 Euro to race for 15 minutes, and even though it was totally worth it, it might be a while before I go again.
After dinner, we all went to an indoor go-cart track in Pordenone. I'd heard about it, but never been. I didn't really know what I was in for.
The cars were surprisingly fast, especially for such a curvy track. We were all sliding all over the place, and hitting the walls and stuff. I hadn't had such adolescent fun in a long time. When we got the printout of our results, I saw my top speed was 40 km/hr.
Despite my best efforts, I came in fourth. Corey won first, something that we'll probably hear about until he leaves Italy. I think Johnny felt he got screwed, and wasn't afraid to show it. It was 19 Euro to race for 15 minutes, and even though it was totally worth it, it might be a while before I go again.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Quartet Cuisine
Last night, I went to Rachel and Cheyenne's place. Danielle made empanadas, and Rachel made soup. We hung out and drank wine and watched short films and read books. It's been a rather dull week, so it was nice to get out and do something social, especially with these super-cool girls.
Monday, January 12, 2009
A Little Pick-Me-Up
After brunch Saturday, Rachel, Cheyenne, Danielle, Jess, and I headed to Treviso, a city about halfway between here and Venice. We wanted to do a little shopping, but we also had an ulterior motive. Treviso is the supposed birthplace of tiramisu, and we wanted to try it out.
We left the train station, and basically just walked wherever looked the coolest. We stopped in random shoppes and did our best to read all the historical markers.
One of the great things about Italy is that every town is so cool and vintage. They each have their little squares and cathedrals and cafes and history.
While strolling through some back alleys, we stumbled upon this, um...fountain.
Modern art isn't very common in Italy, so when we saw this piece in a little piazza, we studied it carefully.
After our tiramisu, we slowly made our way back to the train station, and came across this war memorial.
We got to the station about twenty minutes early, so we decided to take some fun pictures while we waited. Cheyenne pretended to order a pizza in Italian, which seemed funny at the time.
The fun pictures continued even after we boarded the train.
Jess has been visiting Cheyenne this week, and few people have made me laugh harder than she has. Unfortunately, she went back to Spain yesterday. Hopefully, our paths will cross again sometime soon.
The sun was setting as we pulled into Sacile. It's amazing how exhausted I was after just walking around all day. The girls had a dinner to attend, so I went home and took a nap, wherein I dreamt of boobie fountains.
We left the train station, and basically just walked wherever looked the coolest. We stopped in random shoppes and did our best to read all the historical markers.
One of the great things about Italy is that every town is so cool and vintage. They each have their little squares and cathedrals and cafes and history.
While strolling through some back alleys, we stumbled upon this, um...fountain.
Modern art isn't very common in Italy, so when we saw this piece in a little piazza, we studied it carefully.
After our tiramisu, we slowly made our way back to the train station, and came across this war memorial.
We got to the station about twenty minutes early, so we decided to take some fun pictures while we waited. Cheyenne pretended to order a pizza in Italian, which seemed funny at the time.
The fun pictures continued even after we boarded the train.
Jess has been visiting Cheyenne this week, and few people have made me laugh harder than she has. Unfortunately, she went back to Spain yesterday. Hopefully, our paths will cross again sometime soon.
The sun was setting as we pulled into Sacile. It's amazing how exhausted I was after just walking around all day. The girls had a dinner to attend, so I went home and took a nap, wherein I dreamt of boobie fountains.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Survey Says...
Yesterday, I went to Rachel and Cheyenne's place for brunch. Jess cooked some kind of traditional Spanish breakfast. I don't know what it was called; all I know is it was damn tasty. We finished it off with espresso and my cheesecake. Cheyenne came up with the topic "How Does Curtis's Cheesecake Make You Feel?" Jess said, "It's like ten thousand million puppies licking my face," while Danielle said, "It's like Valentine's Day in my mouth!" Rachel said that if she had to name the cheesecake, she'd call it "The Assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand." I know, right?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
My Quest To Make Everyone I Know A Diabetic
Making cheesecakes has become somewhat of a hobby for me. So much so, that I don't even really need a recipe anymore. I know proper ratios for cream cheese and eggs, and the rest is basically just suited to taste. If there's any kind of event or gathering on my calendar, I have to schedule time a couple days beforehand to make a cheesecake. Sometimes it's the chocolate cheesecake with the layer of caramel in the middle. Sometimes it's a strawberry swirl. Sometimes it's a white chocolate raspberry. Lately, I've been getting a little experimental. Last night, I attempted a white chocolate cheesecake with a dark chocolate swirl. It's probably the ugliest cheesecake I've made yet. It's lumpy on top and the swirl turned into more of a mixture. I'm taking it to Cheyenne's house today, where she, Danielle, and Jess will pass judgement. I have no doubt it will taste good, but I already have ideas of how to fix it the next time I make it. Joann says I should make and sell them, but in my experience, turning a hobby into a job just sucks the fun right out of it.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Sessione Secondo
I finally have the opportunity to fit in the second semester of Italian this term. This time, it's an evening class, which makes me (and my boss) happy. I filled out my tuition assistance paperwork today, and the class starts on the 22nd. It's been a while since my last class ended, so I need to brush up on my grammar over the next couple weeks. Also, I'm going to a week-long class in Germany the first week of March. I'll only miss two class sessions, but I'm gonna have to work extra hard to learn everything before the final. It's gonna be tough, but I'm very excited.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Callin' Me Back
It's been pretty chilly in northern Italy lately. In the winter, I have flannel sheets on my bed, plus two blankets. Lately, I've added an additional blanket. All this is on top of my feather bed, and then my mattress. If my bed were any more comfortable, it would be a cloud.
This morning, I dragged myself out of bed, down the hallway, and onto the cold bathroom floor. After I took care of business, I went back to my bedroom and began making my bed. When I tugged on the covers, they were still warm underneath, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to get back in.
These are the days I wish I was Italian because today is Epiphany, a religious holiday of which they take full advantage. Along with Epiphany comes the story of the Befana, a witch who enters homes at night through the chimney and leaves candy and presents for good children and coal for the bad ones. The scenario is very similar to Santa Claus (who the Italians call Babbo Natale--Daddy Christmas), except for one major change. The night before Epiphany, the Italians burn bonfires shaped like the witch to ward off the evil from the previous year, and start things right in the new year. I was wondering why I kept hearing fire crackers when I was trying to go to sleep last night. So, yeah, everything was closed today and none of the Italians were at work. They were snuggled in the warmth of their beds, where I should have been.
This morning, I dragged myself out of bed, down the hallway, and onto the cold bathroom floor. After I took care of business, I went back to my bedroom and began making my bed. When I tugged on the covers, they were still warm underneath, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to get back in.
These are the days I wish I was Italian because today is Epiphany, a religious holiday of which they take full advantage. Along with Epiphany comes the story of the Befana, a witch who enters homes at night through the chimney and leaves candy and presents for good children and coal for the bad ones. The scenario is very similar to Santa Claus (who the Italians call Babbo Natale--Daddy Christmas), except for one major change. The night before Epiphany, the Italians burn bonfires shaped like the witch to ward off the evil from the previous year, and start things right in the new year. I was wondering why I kept hearing fire crackers when I was trying to go to sleep last night. So, yeah, everything was closed today and none of the Italians were at work. They were snuggled in the warmth of their beds, where I should have been.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Nice Rack
Today was MSgt Lewis's retirement ceremony. Our whole shop was in blues, and I think we looked pretty spiffy. The ceremony was very nice, and kinda sad, too. Makes me wonder what my retirement ceremony will be like eight years from now.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Minus the Bad Poetry
Friday night, Cheyenne called and invited me to go to some kind of open mic night thing. I was feeling adventurous, so I joined her, Danielle, and Rachel at a tiny little dive at the end of a dark alley. There were some instruments set up, and we were the only Americans there. The owner kept encouraging us to play, so eventually, the girls got up and sang. It was fun hanging out and drinking coffee (with a little something extra). At the end of the night, the owner brought out some weird kind of flower water, which I thought was pretty tasty. Cheyenne wasn't a fan, but she totally rocked out on the drums for about six seconds.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Interior Design, Nordic Style
There's an Ikea in Padova, a town just on the other side of Venice, and we've been discussing a trip there for a long time. Johnny and Jenny are still unpacking things in their new place, but decided now is as good a time as any. So, yesterday morning, Jenny, Johnny, Corey, and I hopped in my truck to buy some trendy Swedish furniture.
What we didn't take into account is that yesterday is what the Italians refer to as a "ponte festa," or bridge holiday. Basically, since Thursday was a holiday and Saturday is the weekend, they'll go ahead and take Friday off to bridge the gap. The Italians are pretty keen on taking off any day they can get. Ikea was still open, but it was a total mad house. There were so many people, it took us hours to get through the store.
The other thing we didn't take into account is that my truck, while spacious, does have its limits. Johnny and Jenny bought some shelves that took up a lot of space, so everything else we bought was squeezed in to little nooks and crannies. Jenny had to sit on Johnny's lap during the drive home.
I didn't buy too much. They were having their post-Christmas sale, so I picked up a few knick-knacks, plus a small rocking chair so I can sit on my balcony and read. Plus, from their displays, I got a few ideas on how to arrange things in my house. I don't recommend Ikea for furniture you want to have until you're old and grey, but it's a great place to get cool looking stuff.
What we didn't take into account is that yesterday is what the Italians refer to as a "ponte festa," or bridge holiday. Basically, since Thursday was a holiday and Saturday is the weekend, they'll go ahead and take Friday off to bridge the gap. The Italians are pretty keen on taking off any day they can get. Ikea was still open, but it was a total mad house. There were so many people, it took us hours to get through the store.
The other thing we didn't take into account is that my truck, while spacious, does have its limits. Johnny and Jenny bought some shelves that took up a lot of space, so everything else we bought was squeezed in to little nooks and crannies. Jenny had to sit on Johnny's lap during the drive home.
I didn't buy too much. They were having their post-Christmas sale, so I picked up a few knick-knacks, plus a small rocking chair so I can sit on my balcony and read. Plus, from their displays, I got a few ideas on how to arrange things in my house. I don't recommend Ikea for furniture you want to have until you're old and grey, but it's a great place to get cool looking stuff.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Improving International Relations
Through the glorious wonders of Facebook, I've managed to build friendships with a few Italians in the area. They get to practice their English; I get to practice my Italian; it's a win-win situation. One such friend is Davide, who used to live in nearby Udine, but has recently moved to Gorizia, which is a little further away so we don't get to hang out as often.
Davide has friends all over the world, and Jimmy, a friend of his from Nashville, is visiting for a few weeks. So last night, Davide, Jimmy, Roberto, and I went out for drinks and dinner. The conversation shifted between Italian and English all night, and I had a hard time keeping up. It was really sad that Jimmy's Italian was better than mine. I learned a lot of Italian slang, and I'm still baffled that one of the euphemisms for "vagina" translates to "potato."
Davide has friends all over the world, and Jimmy, a friend of his from Nashville, is visiting for a few weeks. So last night, Davide, Jimmy, Roberto, and I went out for drinks and dinner. The conversation shifted between Italian and English all night, and I had a hard time keeping up. It was really sad that Jimmy's Italian was better than mine. I learned a lot of Italian slang, and I'm still baffled that one of the euphemisms for "vagina" translates to "potato."
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Duemila Nove
I just got home from an all night New Years celebration. It began with dinner at Corey's, then a house party at Jake and Joann's, and finally a bash at the club. Pretty much everyone was there, drinking and dancing. It was great. Unfortunately, I left my camera in my truck. Go figure.
Regardless, I'm very optimistic about 2009. Most importantly, our new President will be taking office in less than three weeks, and I confess I'm caught up in all the fanfare. I'm hoping to travel around more of Europe and see some amazing things. Plus, my parents will be coming to visit in a few months. If those aren't reasons to get excited, then I need some serious drugs.
Regardless, I'm very optimistic about 2009. Most importantly, our new President will be taking office in less than three weeks, and I confess I'm caught up in all the fanfare. I'm hoping to travel around more of Europe and see some amazing things. Plus, my parents will be coming to visit in a few months. If those aren't reasons to get excited, then I need some serious drugs.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2008 By The Numbers
12 - Books Read
11 - Trips to Venice Made
10 - Fingers Still Attached (I needed to fill this slot)
9 - Base Perimeters Ran
8 - Cheesecakes Made (from scratch!)
7 - Overnight Guests Hosted
6 - Bottles of Maker's Mark Emptied (with help)
5 - New Countries Travelled
4 - Games of Settlers Won (out of about 23 played)
3 - Trans-Atlantic Flights Made
2 - Concerts Attended (only 2?)
1 - College Course Taken (and passed)
Innumerable - Cups of Fine Italian Cappuccino Drank
11 - Trips to Venice Made
10 - Fingers Still Attached (I needed to fill this slot)
9 - Base Perimeters Ran
8 - Cheesecakes Made (from scratch!)
7 - Overnight Guests Hosted
6 - Bottles of Maker's Mark Emptied (with help)
5 - New Countries Travelled
4 - Games of Settlers Won (out of about 23 played)
3 - Trans-Atlantic Flights Made
2 - Concerts Attended (only 2?)
1 - College Course Taken (and passed)
Innumerable - Cups of Fine Italian Cappuccino Drank
Puppy Love
Johnny and Jenny are in the process of moving because their old place doesn't allow pets, and Jenny has been desperate to get a dog. They picked one up at the Aviano market yesterday, a mix of some kind they named Boston. She's only two months old, and totally adorable.
While in transition, they've been staying with Corey; so, last night, I had them over for dinner, mostly because I wanted to see this dog. They don't have any hot water at their new house yet, so I told them they could give Boston a bath at my place if they wanted to. And they did...in the bidet.
While in transition, they've been staying with Corey; so, last night, I had them over for dinner, mostly because I wanted to see this dog. They don't have any hot water at their new house yet, so I told them they could give Boston a bath at my place if they wanted to. And they did...in the bidet.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Playing On My Pod
Last year, I attempted a Top Ten Music List, but it ended up being a Top 17, plus honourable mentions. For some reason, I decided to do one again this year, but I'm seriously limiting it to ten. They're all very different albums, ranging from punk to euro-pop to indie rock. Again, in no particular order:
"Vampire Weekend" by Vampire Weekend
"Stay Positive" by The Hold Steady
"The Rhumb Line" by Ra Ra Riot
"Acid Tongue" by Jenny Lewis
"Brain Thrust Mastery" by We Are Scientists
"Volume One" by She & Him
"Santogold" by Santogold
"Robyn" by Robyn
"Get Awkward" by Be Your Own Pet
"The Odd Couple" by Gnarls Barkley
Sorry, Madonna and Britney, but you're noticeably absent. I've come to expect certain things from you ladies, and if I can't shake my ass through the whole thing, then you're not making my list. Due to low expectations, I didn't even pick up the latest from Weezer or Coldplay.
Older albums I got into were "Rabbit Fur Coat" by Jenny Lewis (with the Watson Twins), "Oracular Spectacular" by MGMT, "Made of Bricks" by Kate Nash, and basically the entire Pixies back catalogue. I also continued my love for Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene.
Some of the year's great singles included "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You" by Black Kids, "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, and Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)"
Also, there are some promising albums in my iTunes cart such as "Fleet Foxes" by Fleet Foxes, "For Emma, Forever Ago" by Bon Iver, and "London Zoo" by The Bug. Plus, 2009 promises to be a good music year with new releases from Franz Ferdinand, Courtney Love, Missy Elliott, No Doubt, and (fingers crossed) Blur. Perhaps I'll write about them this time next year.
"Vampire Weekend" by Vampire Weekend
"Stay Positive" by The Hold Steady
"The Rhumb Line" by Ra Ra Riot
"Acid Tongue" by Jenny Lewis
"Brain Thrust Mastery" by We Are Scientists
"Volume One" by She & Him
"Santogold" by Santogold
"Robyn" by Robyn
"Get Awkward" by Be Your Own Pet
"The Odd Couple" by Gnarls Barkley
Sorry, Madonna and Britney, but you're noticeably absent. I've come to expect certain things from you ladies, and if I can't shake my ass through the whole thing, then you're not making my list. Due to low expectations, I didn't even pick up the latest from Weezer or Coldplay.
Older albums I got into were "Rabbit Fur Coat" by Jenny Lewis (with the Watson Twins), "Oracular Spectacular" by MGMT, "Made of Bricks" by Kate Nash, and basically the entire Pixies back catalogue. I also continued my love for Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene.
Some of the year's great singles included "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You" by Black Kids, "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, and Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)"
Also, there are some promising albums in my iTunes cart such as "Fleet Foxes" by Fleet Foxes, "For Emma, Forever Ago" by Bon Iver, and "London Zoo" by The Bug. Plus, 2009 promises to be a good music year with new releases from Franz Ferdinand, Courtney Love, Missy Elliott, No Doubt, and (fingers crossed) Blur. Perhaps I'll write about them this time next year.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sigh of Relief
I just got home from my last of seven consecutive days of work. The only potential hazard is the possibility of a stand-by call tonight. I'm actually crossing my fingers as I type this. Also, Jason gets back from the States tonight, and should be picking up Azrael any time.
Now I'm off until the 5th, time which will be spent taking care of a large list of tasks such as
1) cleaning the dog hair which has accumulated over the past two weeks.
2) helping Johnny and Jenny move some stuff to their new house.
3) making two cheesecakes for New Years Eve.
4) changing the oil and rotating the tires on my truck.
5) hopefully getting a day of boarding in there somewhere.
Due to my busy work schedule and even busier dog-sitting schedule, I haven't had the time or energy to run. Add to that my frequent ingestion of unhealthy holiday snacks, and I have a slightly increased gut size. I'm not sure if I'll make it to the gym this week, but if I don't, I won't worry. I read recently that it's natural for the body to store up a little extra fat in the winter, so I figure I'm just helping it along.
Now I'm off until the 5th, time which will be spent taking care of a large list of tasks such as
1) cleaning the dog hair which has accumulated over the past two weeks.
2) helping Johnny and Jenny move some stuff to their new house.
3) making two cheesecakes for New Years Eve.
4) changing the oil and rotating the tires on my truck.
5) hopefully getting a day of boarding in there somewhere.
Due to my busy work schedule and even busier dog-sitting schedule, I haven't had the time or energy to run. Add to that my frequent ingestion of unhealthy holiday snacks, and I have a slightly increased gut size. I'm not sure if I'll make it to the gym this week, but if I don't, I won't worry. I read recently that it's natural for the body to store up a little extra fat in the winter, so I figure I'm just helping it along.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Lightly Dusted
I was pretty successful in my Christmas boycott. I didn't do anything I wouldn't have done on any other normal work day, except call my parents. The local radio stations didn't play much holiday music, and there wasn't a soul on base. I just treated it like any other day to avoid any potential depression (post or otherwise), and I succeeded.
We had a slightly delayed white Christmas here in northern Italy. It didn't start snowing until I got home last night, and when I woke up this morning, there was a thin white powder over everything. Luckily, the roads were too warm to ice over. I had already started my rounds when the sun was rising, and when it hit the mountains, I was awestruck. I climbed the water tower and took a couple pictures.
There has been snow on the mountains for a while now, and it will probably stick around until June. But it rarely snows here in the valley. I just came home for lunch, and already, it's almost all gone. I'm glad I was up early enough to see it, and they way it made everything look so peaceful.
We had a slightly delayed white Christmas here in northern Italy. It didn't start snowing until I got home last night, and when I woke up this morning, there was a thin white powder over everything. Luckily, the roads were too warm to ice over. I had already started my rounds when the sun was rising, and when it hit the mountains, I was awestruck. I climbed the water tower and took a couple pictures.
There has been snow on the mountains for a while now, and it will probably stick around until June. But it rarely snows here in the valley. I just came home for lunch, and already, it's almost all gone. I'm glad I was up early enough to see it, and they way it made everything look so peaceful.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Auguri
For a while, I was starting to regret volunteering to work over Christmas. You'd think there wouldn't be much going on this week, but we've had inspections, a shop renovation, and some major jobs going on. Stand-by calls have been steady. Plus, I've been driving home for lunch so I can let Azrael out for a few minutes. Needless to say, my stress level is a little higher than normal.
Lately, though, when people find out I volunteered to work over Christmas, they smile and tell me they appreciate it, even if it doesn't directly affect them. It makes me feel better about my decision.
So, yeah, I'm working today, and my Christmas spirit has been hindered a bit. I wish I were home with my family like last year, or at least relaxing with friends and sipping cider. However, I have several friends spending this Christmas in the desert, and I can't dwell on my own situation when theirs is so much worse. So, if you get a chance, send up a prayer for those guys. I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
Buon Natale!
Lately, though, when people find out I volunteered to work over Christmas, they smile and tell me they appreciate it, even if it doesn't directly affect them. It makes me feel better about my decision.
So, yeah, I'm working today, and my Christmas spirit has been hindered a bit. I wish I were home with my family like last year, or at least relaxing with friends and sipping cider. However, I have several friends spending this Christmas in the desert, and I can't dwell on my own situation when theirs is so much worse. So, if you get a chance, send up a prayer for those guys. I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
Buon Natale!
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