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Worth my weight in gold

Posted Apr 23, 2009

I’d love to say this was true, if it was, given my current weight I’d be worth a lot more for a start. No, although today's pressing issue on planet DG does involve gold it's sadly not in the crossing of my palms sense.

Random task of the day is attempting to translate the Italian word "aperitivo" into English for our local - Gold. Yes, only in Milan can one's local watering hole be a shrine to golden decadence and grown-up fabulousness and why I gave up my former the salt and vinegar crisps and chardonnay post-work offerings in exchange for olive and champagne - really.

Gold, our cocktail spot of choice called my direct line today (I don't think I need add at this point I'm obviously a regular) and asked what the translation of "aperitivo" is. "Happy hour" had apparently already been dismissed by Mr.D & Mr.G (love this high-end brainstorming) and so in my English capacity there I sat pondering what I actually say when I decide to consume alcohol. Despite it being a nightly occurence, I have to admit to being lost for words.

My lovely male colleague suggested "pre-dinner drinks" but I wisely told him (showing a sick amount of cynicism) that it's a rare man that offers such a gentile invitation. No, despite my best efforts of intending to become a lady in the manner of Queen Rania of Jordan (my current lady crush) - I've realised my post-work drinks conversation always ends with the same low-end expressions. "Want to go get some vino?" "The pub?" or by the end of the week "I want to get pissed".

Would Queen Rania of Jordan say these phrases? No I don't think so.

In case you're interested we went for 'cocktail hour' in the end. You heard it here first.
 

 

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