The sacred, stirring and still ashy ruins of Pompeii, are a magnificent experience, the highlight of which is the brothel with its extra value meal, so selected by taking the phallic menu option shown here:
(Ancient mural positions picture Paxed to protect your inner eyes.)While Auburn, Marcy and Skeeziks were busy ‘doing Pompeii,’ we noticed Mickey being carried up the side of Mt. Vesuvius by a pack of New Pompeii’s residents as a virginal offering to keep the volcanic gods at bay. Much to all of our surprise, she was tossed back, not for the usual reasons of impurity but because Vesuvius was heard to declare, “I wasn’t in the mood for Southern BBQ today, I was thinking maybe Chinese.”
Making our way south down the windy coast of Amalfi at warp speed, we paused only long enough to stop in at Sophia Loren’s house for cocktails, Rudolph Nureyev’s island for wine and Enzo’s cousin’s restaurant for a financial soaking. Er lunch. Every time the Dow dropped a hundred points, the gamblers in the group had another drink and the sober one crossed another ski trip off her list---hence the need for the trip through the Pneumatic Tube at Il Banco d’Rupto di Amalfi. Marcy decided to cash in her chips, so to speak, but had to decode four Roman Pictographs and solve four Sudoku puzzles to ride the Magic Human Conveyance into the vestibule itself. By then the dollar had dropped another seven points. %$#@!!
