Well, so we had the party. Generally agreed to be a resounding success, the house looked pretty, decorated with candles and a nice looking bunch of people, pasticceria, prosecco...
But, we knew we were taking a risk having a party in such a residential block as we live in, principally populated by old biddies who inherited their flat from a rich old ancient great aunt or some such... but the flat is soooooooo just MADE for parties... would have been rude not to! There's been all sorts of bother including the landlady threatening to give us 24 hours to pack our bags and get the fuck out. Anyway, she came round to 'inspect' the house yesterday (unannounced) and found it immaculate (apart from a rogue bit of cigarette ash on the window sill - "tsk! Have you been smoking in the house?") so i have not as yet been made homeless again. Phew! The old lady downstairs (who we kept awake till 3am - eeeek!) and who we thought was a mardy woman actually came up to warn us about the fact that our landlady would be coming round and giving us a bollocking. She was so funny, we'd she'd always come across as a bit of an old grump, but she was like "i told the landlady, they're young they need to have parties! IT's carnival after all!" (next week is the start of Venice carnival which spreads to all the Veneto, including Verona) then she was all like "I'm too old for dancing these days but if i were young i'd want to have parties and dance too!" I told her she ought to have come up and danced with us!
So all good... have some pics:
ah feck, 20six is being pants. will try again later for the pics
