Dudes and Dudesses...
I'm dining at my favorite local Sardinian restaurant (almost appropriate for Cagliari, yeah?) where the co-owner/head chef is a big juventino. His wife/co-owner is a milanista, but despite that she's the coolest.
Anyway, I'm sitting here eating dinner next to a table with some duck-faced woman who's too in love with plastic surgery, and I learn my favorite waiter, Antonio - a massive juventino from Caserta - is out with friends getting loaded. Rumor has it he's getting two Juve tattoos on his arms tonight - and one arm with a logo and three stars (of course).