Footie Fans I Live With

At the flat the BG & I have taken*, we have a veritable smorgasbord of nationalities and tifosi. To wit:

• Moi Lolita - Americana who roots for the Azzurri, Juve, anti-Milan, anti-Roma. I hate Roma, but I hate Milan more.
• The BG - East European laziale. Growing up in a formerly communist regime tends to make one's politics lean rightwards...
• the Leech - Quebecois laziale who roots for France. As far as I'm concerned, he's only Laziale because he's dating the BG. Can't prove it though.
• The Leech's Best Friend - Again, Quebecois. doesn't much care for footie, but wasn't happy that France lost the WC. HA HA!
• LBF's Girlie - American, also doesn't follow much footie. Will root for USA & the Azzurri though.
• New Aussie Guy - dunno much about his footie preferences as he's usually out shagging some chick from work
• The Sisters - also east European, interisti

Then we have the Peeps Who Can Be Found at Chez Moi Come Gametime:

• The SO - Half Italian, half North African, full on romanista and obviously Azzurri supporter. Hates the French
• Mr. Almost Perfect - Italian, juventino
• Miss Tiny - Italian, romanista
  
• Marco Bevecomeunaspugna - Italian, romanista (actually 90% of SO's friends are romanisti so we'll just skip on to listing the only friend of his that's not...)
• Luca Fumacomeunturco - Italian, juventino

So gametime is always fun, to say the least. Forza Azzurri! *Has it really been over two years? Shit, that means SO & I have been re-seeing each other for 2.5 years (though the first year was admittedly me keeping him at arm'sdick length...

Currently Contemplating...

...that Thanksgiving in Rome this year ain't an option as everyone is paranoid about the avian flu thing. To which I say Chickenshits

...that I need to buy SO a birthday present still but am not in the mood as I have no idea what to get him and he sort of fucked me off this weekend.

See, SO & a friend of his (we'll call him Paddy the Hottie) had planned to visit another friend of theirs, Nice Austrian Boy, as a type of boys weekend party for SO's birthday. SO was then planning to go to Switzerland to visit his brother.

SO asked if I wanted to come along, to which I replied that I wasn't sure if A) I had the money & B) could get the time off. Then SO clarified - I could come to Switzerland, but not Austria.

Boys weekend - no problem. I understand I'm not invited. No big deal.

SO decided to just do Austria & put off Switzerland until January, when I would have a little more free time. But then I found Paddy the Hottie's girlfriend Ms. Piccolina was going too. And Marco Bevecomeunaspugna.

Still not invited. Still not pissed off. (Apparently Paddy couldn't bring himself to tell her it was a boys weekend. Or maybe it never was. Either way, I don't care.)

Despite saying that he wanted a quiet night before he left at the asscrack of dawn Friday morning, Thursday night saw us over at Ms. Picolina's for dinner. She was surprised to find out I wasn't coming on the trip and when she inquired why, SO replied: