Kathy and I formally celebrated our anniversary Friday night by going to see “Frankie and Angie Got Married.” It was just like attending any wedding, however the bride, groom, and wedding party were an outrageous group of Bronx Italians. The audience made up the rest of the wedding.
We had a good lasagna dinner, got to do The Hustle, decorated the car with shaving cream, shoe polish, and balloons(?), and got repeatedly hugged by our Italian friends for the night. It was a blast.
Q: Why are men like panty hose?
A: Because they either run on you, cling to you, or don’t fit right in the…
That’s Amoré
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
That’s amoré
When the world seems to shine
Like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amoré
Bells will ring
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing
Vita bella
Hearts will play
Tippy-tippy-tay
Tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarandella
When the stars make you drool
Just lika pasta fazool
That’s amoré
When ya’ dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk
In a dream
But you know you’re not dreamin’
Sigñoree
Scooza me but you see
Back in old Napoli
That’s amoré