- Tue Aug 08, 2017 6:50 pm
Years ago, long before I was married, I happened to find myself in Rome.
While there I met a very attractive yet volatile young woman, and one evening after we'd both had too much to drink, we made plans to take the train to Venice.
The morning of our departure, we arrived at the train station and discovered that the railway operators had gone on strike.
I shrugged, turned around, and headed back to my hotel.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Back to the hotel."
"But you promised to take me to Venice."
I looked at her as I would an idiot - which she was - and said, "The railways are on strike."
"I don't give a fuck about the railways," she replied. "You promised to take me to Venice."
"And how am I to do that?"
"Rent a car. Book us a flight. I don't care, as long as we get to Venice."
"I'm not renting a car, and I'm not booking a flight. I'm going back to the hotel."
"Well then fuck you, you lying bastard! You're a fucking liar, and I hate you!"
She yelled, screamed, and swore at me for the next few minutes, which at the time seemed like an eternity, then hit me in the face and stormed off.
I never saw her again, and hadn't thought about her in years until I read Mitch's and Lando's comments above.
I've contacted Grouse and Green about the problem some of us are having posting photos to the board. Once he gets back to me and let's me know the problem has been fixed, I will sacrifice a precious hour of my daily "Drinking beer on the patio" routine and finish what promises to be a riveting version of the 2017 luau's final days.