It was Ditmar's birthday, although the Italians in the place seemed to take over for the afternoon. Ditmar was the ultimate sport, working the crowd and being the gracious host he always is (along with me, of course).

Italy won and we were all so happy; their team has been so immersed in scandal that it only seemed right. Plus, who doesn't love Italian boys?

This little Italian Bel Ami wannabe-model said, "I charge five dollars a picture." I replied, "Well, you'd better get a better agent and get rid of the chick."