Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Furgeri Gilbert)
S.finally draiate on the beach, strictly sheltered by an umbrella and a 50 protection factor cream that makes us even more ghostly, my friends and I have inaugurated a new party game: the Summer Bad Taste Oscar.
“From what pulpit …” the only man admitted to the first edition of the award immediately entered. “Shut up or go out,” was the reply, followed by a dignified silence.
The rules of the juryI specify immediately, there are few:
1) those present cannot be quoted (otherwise there is a fight);
2) the absent forever are not included (and God forbid, poor);
3) the ex are not judged (who would win hands down).
“Let’s do it like this – says the most diplomatic of us, in the sense that it is by trade – we award the prize to a vice, a gesture, an attitude, not to a person. So much if you say sin … you understand who the sinner is, right? ».
And away with the nominations. “Candide – says the first – the habit of taking various objects away from hotels: from the towel to the ashtray, to the pot holder ». “And who ever takes away a vase holder?” I investigate. “We said no names. And then don’t you follow them on social networks? “
Okay. “I propose the fluorescent nail polishAnother intervenes. “But to the hands or to the feet?” “Everywhere!”. Taken. «Instead, I put it on the index the surprise dinner invitationGoes the third.
“What happened?” I inquire. “It’s just that when someone invites you have to tell you who the others are.” “But what happened?” I insist. “I met my ex-mother-in-law over dinner. Evening to forget“. And oh well.
Our friend, so far silent, raises his hand. “I put into nomination the habit of making old loves with someone who is now deceased“. “Come on, you took it out on that time your ex mentioned you in an interview!” I joke, knowing I can do it.
But the colleague is right. The real game of summer is not what we are doing, but rather what reigns in many full-page summer interviews, where there is no lack of quotation from an unpublished episode in which Fellini, Pavarotti, Craxi, Fidel Castro extended a smile, a finger, a hand.
So everyone agrees? The first Oscar of summer bad taste goes hand in hand. She died though.
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