Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Via Roma, right? The sun’s blasting through the window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this.” But whatever, I gotta hustle.
First stop, the café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m there, sipping my drink, and this dude walks in. He’s wearing a bright pink suit. Like, who does that? I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, and here’s this guy looking like a walking highlighter. I can’t help but laugh.
Then, I head over to the park, Parco delle Groane. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this kid flying a kite. But the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! I’m like, “Kid, you gotta work on your skills.” But then I feel bad, so I help him out. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of superhero. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally get the kite down. The kid’s face? Priceless! He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m basically a legend now.”
But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my agent. “We got a casting call in an hour!” I’m like, “What?!” I’m in my chill clothes, not ready for this. So, I sprint back home, dodging people on Via Milano. It’s packed, like a sardine can. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying not to knock anyone over.
Finally, I get home, and I’m a hot mess. I throw on this outfit that’s kinda cute but also kinda “I just rolled outta bed.” Whatever, it’ll do. I grab my stuff and head out again.
On the way to the casting, I pass by the old train station. It’s kinda creepy, but also cool. I think about all the stories those trains could tell. But I don’t have time for that. I gotta focus!
I get to the casting place, and it’s packed. Like, everyone and their grandma is there. I’m feeling a bit nervous, but I try to play it cool. I’m waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Finally, it’s my turn. I walk in, and the vibe is intense. The director looks at me like I’m a piece of meat. I’m like, “Dude, chill.”
I do my thing, and honestly, I think I nailed it. But then, as I’m leaving, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m out the door, and I hear some snickers behind me. Ugh, so embarrassing!
After that, I need a drink. I hit up this bar on Via Cavour. It’s cozy, and the bartender knows my order. I’m like, “Give me something strong!” I down a drink, and suddenly, the day doesn’t seem so bad. I start chatting with some locals. They’re hilarious! We’re laughing about everything, even the pink suit guy.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m stuck there, laughing and soaked. I’m like, “This day is wild!”
Finally, I head home, drenched but happy. I think about all the craziness. Bollate, man, you never fail to surprise me. I crash on my bed, thinking, “What a day!” And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.