Sometimes life is so unfair. Andrea Pirlo is chillin’ in New York and I have yet to run into him. C’mon out to Brooklyn, Andrea. First beer is on me. However, if you intend to get as drunk as you did celebrating Juve’s Scudetto, you’re going to need to pony up some cash. I’m not made of money, sir. But no matter what, CALL ME.
– Lozil
Of Headbands and Heartbreak
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Of Headbands and Heartbreak... 
If that’s Bryant Park, I’m pissed. I work across the street, Dude!!
I totally think it is. Look out and see if you can spot the banners. DAMN IT. It’s like he wants to be found but we’re just missing the signals. It’s like an Italian Where’s Waldo and we’re blind as bats.
A friend of mine ran into him on the street!
Aiiiieeee! So jealous! Where? Was he looking effortlessly cool? Ignore the last question because I know answer to that one is yes.
I think it was in midtown, she said they were near Macy’s. And I will ignore your instructions to ignore the last question so I can tell you HE WAS WEARING GREEN SERGIO JEANS!
I’m pretty sure that even Pirlo looks effortlessly cool in green Sergio jeans (I may or may not also own a pair)
OMG! I will even allow Pirlo that. I have no shame when it comes to him.. Of course, on Tuesday I was all around Herald Square. Never fails. Did she talk to him?
She did. And green jeans and all – he looks gorgeous in the photo she got. Because basically everything Pirlo touches becomes classy and flaw free (actually I think Sergio’s fashon is flaw free also, but in a… different way.)
Ugh!!!!! Why am I going to Portland this weekend instead of stalking Pirlo in NYC?!