by Patricia Bellomo | Jun 18, 2011 | Mob Blog
Full Moon Party
Full Moon Party: Delray Beach, June 18, 2011
Stella tells me, “Daddy, we’re doing a full moon party on Friday.” The full moon was actually Wednesday, and we had a lopsided waning moon over the Atlantic last night, but it was beautiful and definitely worth having a party for, especially since it was Stella’s idea. Victor grilled yellow-fin with angel-hair on the side, and Angie and my daughter-in-law drank too much Chardonnay and got silly. All in all we had about thirty guests on the terrace. Stella looked beautiful, and she was so happy–even though her rat of a husband was at the Isle Casino in Pompano and didn’t show till later. Everybody asked about him, but nobody missed him, least of all me.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Full Moon Party is a little anecdote told from the perspective of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. For more of Louie, check out Bellomo’s books. Available on Amazon, B&N, and on all e-readers.
by Patricia Bellomo | Jun 14, 2011 | Mob Blog
The Proposal, June 14, 2011
[dcs_p]Baskets on one television, and hockey going on another, and my daughter’s boyfriend decides to propose. They’ve only known each other a month, and they’re not kids, so they certainly don’t need my approval. But here he comes, on the final day of the playoff’s, when all my money is on Miami, and Dallas is kicking butt. I’m getting agitated, and he shows up with flowers and a ring. My daughter’s beaming–and I’d be happy for her if I thought it was going to last. Hell, if he had any money, I’d be happy for myself. Let somebody else pay her bills. But he doesn’t have two nickels to rub together, and I think he’s looking for a free ride.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Anyway, he can’t even wait till halftime. He’s got to come right into my face and show me the ring, and tell me how much he loves my daughter. “Good for you,” I say. I’m trying not to be rude, but he’s blocking my view, and I have to ask him to move. If this guy wants to be in my family, he’d better catch on quick. The Proposal, June 14, 2011[/dcs_p]
by Patricia Bellomo | Jun 6, 2011 | Mob Blog
Perverts and Politics, June 7, 2011
[dcs_p] I have to laugh at this Congressman in New York, Anthony Weiner’s troubles. Victor and I are sitting at the bar in Bob Amante’s place in Deerfield, and this guy comes on the tube, blubbering about how sorry he is. Give me a break. Sorry he got caught, maybe. And how hard-up do you have to be to send pictures of yourself in the underwear your wife bought you, to try and entice some chick, especially one who’s two thousand miles away?[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Victor says it’s a pretty safe bet Weiner can’t get laid, and I have to agree. Having done business with politicians for years, I know how they operate. In fact, whenever I conduct business with any one of them, I tap the escort service my cousin, Anthony, sanctions and send the pol a freebie. Since they’re usually a bunch of squares with active fantasy lives who have no idea of how to talk to a woman, they’re always grateful. When I was in New Orleans, I used to send the girls by limo up the road to Baton Rouge, but I’ve flown pretty girls to D.C. and New York and Miami and Vegas … wherever the players are. Too bad Weiner’s never done business with me. I would have made sure he actually got laid without getting caught. But then, he’d be beholden to me.[/dcs_p]
by Patricia Bellomo | Jun 3, 2011 | Mob Blog
Baskets and Hockey, June 3, 2011
[dcs_p]End of the season, and it’s baskets and hockey. Nothing too good right now; there is no money left on the street. I have one book who lets his guys get too far. They double up on him on the weekend, and then he’s chasing them forever. And nobody has better sob stories than gamblers. I hear it all the time–I’m losing my home, my wife took my cash, and she’s leaving me. It’s not like the old days when you could bust a leg. In those days I never had trouble collecting, and I didn’t have wimp’s who couldn’t control their action giving me grief. Now you have to be nice. And no, I don’t take personal checks or VISA cards.[/dcs_p]
by Patricia Bellomo | Jun 1, 2011 | Mob Blog
Bimbo in the Buff, June 1, 2011
[dcs_p]Michael and his bimbo arrived yesterday for a week of R&R. In case you’re wondering, this is the blond with the super-size implants and prescription pill habit that got him into trouble in Lake City. To play it safe, they flew into West Palm, so I don’t think I’ll have to call on any contacts in Tallahassee to get him sprung from a redneck jail, but you never can tell. After a night of “clubbing”, the bimbo was hanging her head over the toilet bowl this morning. I thought they’d be all set for a day of rest, but Michael calls me at the office and wants to know if I’m taking the Stella out later. “Maybe to Miami,” he suggests.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Not a bad idea. It’s 85 degrees and sunny in Delray Beach, and I don’t need too many excuses for a play day. Plus, I don’t see my youngest son that often, and it’d be nice to spend some time with him. I call up my crew and tell them to prepare the Stella for a two o’clock departure. But I’m late leaving the office, and by the time Victor and I get to the Boca Yacht Club the bimbo’s sunbathing topless on deck, and my deckhand, Linda, is making her pina-coladas. “Her third in an hour,” Linda reports.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]I don’t mind drunk, topless women, and I’ve certainly had enough of them on board the Stella di Mare, but I say to Michael, “I hope you’re not serious with this girl.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]He laughs. “Not a chance, dad. “I’m breaking up with her next week.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Yeah right. I’ve heard this before. I look at Victor, and he shrugs, “Let the kid have fun, Lou.”[/dcs_p]
