I simply must tell a story.
On December 27th at about 4:45 PM, some friends and I were strolling down 10th street in the Pearl District and we passed a big sign that read, “Amoré.” Immediately, as should be expected, Catherine and I began to sing the song…
Me: When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore.
Catherine: When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.
Together (we fumbled through these lyrics… not sure if they were correct): 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 tarantella.
Me: When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool, that's amore…
(I stopped singing and looked to Catherine)
Catherine: I don’t know the rest of the words.
Me: Neither do I.
At that moment, something magical happened. An old man walking in front of us turned around and triumphantly finished our song for us.
Old man: When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore. Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore!
Many smiles were had.
posted by Lo @ 12:05 PM
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