Sorry, I am becaming as annoing as a spam chain with my posts about my new place…but I am so happy about it (the flat, I mean)!
And atually, since at the end I love you a bit, I am going to compress two posts in one. Happy?

First celebration.
A week-day evening. After work you cook, eat, maybe wash your clothes or iron them, say hello to parents and friends on skype, you w.. (work??? no, not work) .. and then you are ready to enjoy all the earned (with the pretended work  we were speaking about ) comforts  in the flat. A good film, a puppet, and the best configuration ever created for that: The Ikea sofa!

Cleo! THAT was MY place on the sofa!

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Second celebration

I was so proud of my new flat, that I had the arrogance of having a
warm-up party there this sunday.
First, I invited a carefully selected bunch of friends. In an 18 sq.mt room (including furniture), 17 people had a lot of fun! We were the perfect numbers, in fact the space pro person was much bigger then the one I had in the NY party.
And if they do in that way, we can do better!

Second, I spent SOME time cooking for my guests. The menu was set by the Fabello’s team (my mother, well-known in Monza for her cakes, gave me some recipes, and my father, a refined cook, suggested the main dishes*) and then I put my ability and my love in cooking.
Indeed, some of my old friends in italy complained because it happened that I had never prepared such an awesome dinner for them!

At the end, everyone agreed in saying that the party was a big success! And they DIDN’T say that just because I was there! So, looking forward for the next one.

* Yep, I am trying to buy my parents services with flattery.

** The food was really good, and (hopefully) everyone was fine after the party. But it happened that my fridge is broken, and today I decided to finish same shrimps-pasta left, after three days…
I spent the afternoon in bed, food poisoned by myself! :p

Cheers