Since beginning our journey to the Troubled Eurozone, La Triv hadn’t managed more than 2.5 hours of sleep in any one day. Right now, my eye bags are giving my wheelie bags a run for their money.
But last night was better…four hours! Female JCC trotted out seven, and male JCC managed eight, so all was looking up this morning. That was a good thing, as today is an auspicious one: the staging of the annual Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
This is a time-honored tradition Miss A and I have been observing for *whips out many fingers and then toes* 24 years *gasps in shock and horror*.
It started at La Mamma and Pappa’s castello with house-made guacamole, which featured bacon (srsly). This was when Wayne Goss still ruled George Street and velvet Alice bands, white leather Reeboks and a sharp-shouldered tee were all the rage.
Today it culminated in…Heston’s meat fruits.
Oh. Mon. Dieu. Srsly, the only thing you need to believe is the hype.
La Trivialista 
Velvet Alice bands with rows of mini pearls stamped along each side…
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