Boooooooooo!
The non-stop cacophony of horns and full-throated hollering has not dropped by so much as a decibel since they won some two hours ago--and will not do so, I would suggest, until the wee hours of the morning. But I refuse to be impressed by the apparent degree of effort being put into all this frenzy. It's not just one horn or one person screaming ebulliently, you know. There's a huge rotation of them, and I doubt if anyone breaks so much as a sweat tonight before they're plied with espresso, gelato, Moretti; invigorating games of Bocci ball, or Super Mario Bros; huge uncut salamis and Wonderbreads, and plates of macaroni. It's kinda pathetic, actually.
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UPDATE (1:00am)
As predicted, the revelry continues unabated. I shall go to bed, though I feel certain I shall do no sleeping.
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