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| Finally Ciccio gave me proof of Italian Boy's Night |
For the last few months, my husband has been abandoning me every Tuesday for Italian Boys' Night. Yes, we found out Ciccio is not the only "real" Italian boy in Ohio. It all started when a customer approached Ciccio at work. He passed along a business card of one of the.. let's call it fraternity members. That frat guy approved of Ciccio and eventually introduced him to the pack. This night has been some what of a mystery to me though. Do Franco, Joe, Gaetano, Tony, Giuseppe, Livio and Carlo really exist? What happens at these boys nights? I'm thinking what do American boys do when they hang out: play X Box, watch sports center, play poker, fantasy football, strip clubs, etc...what do these Italian boys do? So every Tuesday night I poke and prod Ciccio when he returns.
Me: "What did you do tonight?"
Ciccio: "Nothing"
Me: "What do you mean nothing? You were gone for 4 hours?!"
Ciccio: "Well...we talked and ate"
Maybe I'm naive, but I think that is all they really do. EAT, TALK, EAT, TALK! Yes Italian Boys' Night doesn't seem much different than my mom's book club.. except there is not a set topic, they meet every week and there probably isn't any listening involved or required. I don't want to sound sexist, but "are they girls?". What can they possibly have to say to each other for four hours straight, every single week?
While I might not truly understand this weekly ritual, I am happy Ciccio found some of his own kind.
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