tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post1091571404972844439..comments2023-09-16T11:37:10.056-04:00Comments on I'm Always Right: Guess Who’s Back? Redhead’s Back!Redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-91369832913027471862008-04-15T22:26:00.000-04:002008-04-15T22:26:00.000-04:00First time commenter. Long time reader. Took me ...First time commenter. Long time reader. Took me a few days to get to this, but I subscribe to your RSS feed and was JUST thinking, "when the hell is Redhead coming home from Italy already?" when, lo and behold, your trip post popped up! Yay! Glad you had a good time with your sis (awwww, so sweet!) but more glad to have you back. Not that I expect much what with you catching up on work and whatnot. Nonetheless, just know that one among your lurker nation missed you!CajunKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107968837302449368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-19039928084877600082008-04-14T16:42:00.000-04:002008-04-14T16:42:00.000-04:00No coffee to go. I suppose I could have mentioned...No coffee to go. I suppose I could have mentioned the Italian speed of life, but the little old country boy found it delightful. They don't like "coffee to go" as a rule. <BR/><BR/>I stand by my statement that Venice stinks. A kid who grew up in the fresh air of Indiana hay fields with honeysuckle and clover in the air found Venice and its bird poo overbearing. I accept that idea that a fast-paced, New Yorker was not as bothered. <BR/><BR/>I am supremely glad that you enjoyed the David. Americans don't always get to see fine statuary and it doesn't get better than that. I think his finger tips and nails are the unreal. That one man was capable of such a thing with nothing but hand tools and fistfuls of pumice. That is really somethingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-30947559712081125052008-04-14T11:43:00.000-04:002008-04-14T11:43:00.000-04:00Welcome home, Red. A trip like that shared with a ...Welcome home, Red. A trip like that shared with a sibling will bring a lifetime of memories and laughs. I haven't made it to Italy yet but I'll remember your travel guide recommendations, especially the chianti!<BR/><BR/>DaveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-79115359649975779352008-04-14T00:34:00.000-04:002008-04-14T00:34:00.000-04:00Let's pretend I'm not still up and won't be pullin...Let's pretend I'm not still up and won't be pulling an all-nighter tonight... <BR/>1. Southern European women are my weakness, and I'm extremely envious you went to Italy.<BR/>2. It must be late, but "plastered myself to the wall" made me laugh. <BR/>3. Talking to hot people who don't understand your language is great. When you go out on your next date sometime, force yourselves to try to communicate for a few minutes without talking and with minimal touching. <BR/>4. I'll let someone else make the Madrid jokes. <BR/>5. I like numbering comments too much. Enjoy the e-mail reading!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-4139767429049632732008-04-14T00:33:00.000-04:002008-04-14T00:33:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.MChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05401130854597328769noreply@blogger.com