Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Cambiago is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this little joint on Via Roma, right? It’s a cozy spot, but today? Today was a whole different beast.
First off, I’m just setting up, pouring some ice into the shaker, when this dude bursts in. I mean, he’s soaked! Like he just swam through the Adda River or something. Turns out, it’s pouring outside. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I’m like, “Bro, you need a towel or a boat?” He just laughs and orders a Negroni. Classic.
So, I whip up the drink, and while I’m at it, I glance out the window. The rain’s coming down like it’s auditioning for a disaster movie. I can see the folks on Via Garibaldi dodging puddles like they’re in some weird water ballet. It’s hilarious! But then, bam! A car splashes a bunch of water right onto the sidewalk. People are yelling, and I’m just here, shaking my head, thinking, “Welcome to Cambiago, folks!”
Then, this group of regulars strolls in. They’re loud, they’re rowdy, and they’re ready to party. I love ‘em, but man, they can be a handful. They start ordering shots like it’s their last night on Earth. I’m pouring, laughing, and trying to keep up. One of ‘em, Marco, spills his drink all over the bar. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a slip ‘n slide!” But he just grins and says, “More tequila!” I can’t even be mad. It’s Cambiago, after all.
Around 8 PM, things get wild. The rain stops, and suddenly, the streets are packed. People are out, livin’ it up. I see a couple of my buddies from high school on Via Cavour. We wave, and I’m thinkin’ about how small this town is. You can’t throw a rock without hitting someone you know. It’s both comforting and suffocating, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, this girl walks in. She’s got this wild energy, like she just came from a concert or something. She orders a spritz and starts chatting me up. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Wow, she’s cute!” We’re vibin’, and I’m pouring her drink, but then—boom! The power goes out. Just like that. The whole place goes dark. People are freaking out, and I’m just standing there, holding a bottle of Aperol like it’s a torch.
I’m not gonna lie, I was kinda scared. But then, I hear someone start singing “Volare” in the dark. It’s Marco again, and suddenly, everyone’s joining in. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m laughing, pouring drinks by candlelight, and feeling all the good vibes. Cambiago’s got this magic, man. Even in the chaos, we find a way to have fun.
After the power comes back, I’m exhausted but happy. The night winds down, and I’m cleaning up. I look around, and the bar’s a mess, but it’s filled with laughter and stories. I think about how every day here is an adventure. Cambiago might be small, but it’s packed with life.
As I lock up, I take a moment to breathe it all in. The streets are quiet now, but I can still hear the echoes of laughter. I’m grateful for this crazy little town. It’s my home, and no matter how wild it gets, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Cambiago. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!