two nights in a row
Everybody's got have footie dreams once in a while...but I just had them two nights in a row! I wonder what causes this phenomenon. Is it because my somewhat troubled private life and unsettling mind? No idea, but there they are:
I dont know why or where Sandro's hiding all summer. Dont they have tons of paps in Miami? He sure visited me two nights ago! My company opened a new branch in Miami and I was on a business trip there. In a meeting with colleagues working in Miami, the manager there said to his assistant: "Tell the front desk guy to speak English. Although this is Miami, its still America. That X language of his wont fly." For some reason, I didnt see the guy in question on the first day. The next morning, I heard somebody singing at the receptionist area. I went to see what kind of an interesting person this non-English speaking receptionist is. I spotted a shirtless guy in his boxers, singing in what must be Italian. "Sandro?" I pretended not to be star struck, unsuccessfully. "Hey, you know me?" As he said so, he came over and lifted me up in the air like a father'd do to his son. He's got the height and width like a NBA player but a really small head. The worst part is, he's sporting his Lazio hair from the 98 or earlier. I thought to myself, geeeez, you sure look much more proportionally and more beautiful on TV and in pictures! And I almost asked him "Did you get a haircut? That looks horrible." Seeing how happy he is, I refrained myself from bringing this up. He went on saying: "I just love this job as a receptionist. I'm just doing it for summer internship tho." I replied, "Yeah, you could consider having it as a full time job after you retire from football." Oh yes Sandro, come work as a topless receptionist at my company.....
And last night, I was back at school. Who are some of my teachers? Iker Casillas and Sergio Ramos. Ramos is the "cool" teacher who hangs out with students and everybody loves him. Iker, on the other hand, is a geeky teacher who's pimping his chemical elements and formulas all the time. Knowing the kind of dork Iker is, I intentionally showed him all my formal dresses and asked for his opinion which one I should wear on the prom date with my boyfriend. Iker just glanced at my treasures and went back to his chemistry. During one of Iker's classes, my father popped his head through the classroom door: "Nan, Casillas is your teacher? Casillas?" "Yes, dad. AND Sergio Ramos. They're both my teachers."
Hmmm....lets see what I'll come up with in my sleep tonight....that Zlatan is my twin brother?