ive been missing for maybe a week. i have no idea what the hell has been going. its like my memory has gotten shot to shit.
basically my days are. wake up. eat the crack cereal i bought. (seriously the special K chocolate here is amazing. instead of those chocolate cubes, they are shaved DARK CHOCOLATE pieces). every bite you want more so we named it the crack cereal. muwahaha. ok so i eat, go to school. eat again. walk around and explore rome, maybe do some laundry and hang it to dry because they dont have dryers here. and then eat again and drink and go to bars.
monday night i went to garvz apartment and made a home cooked meal with her roomate and her. it was awesome, we studied and ate. ahh,
tuesday was fat tuesday and garvz and i decided it would be an amazing idea to drink wine, make a home cooked meal and go out. we pregamed with two bottles of wine. uhm yeah. cool. went to trastevere, and while we walked there we met some man from madrid who i gave SHIT directions to. i think i led him to termini but i have NO idea... ended up at this bar called stairs, no one was there. kind of remember. and then we went to this bar that everyone raves about called DJ bar. eh i mean it was ok but caity and i werent in a good state so it wasnt too fun. however, our friend alex kept making it rain and buying us tequila shots. BLEH. i shoved garvey and my ass into a cab and went home- atee the rest of my stale pasta and apparently broke a plate trying to eat it .i wake up in the morning and i asked kim why there was a plate broken... hahahahahah
ALSO on tuesday was the women's festival. every woman got in free to museums and shit, so tessa and i went into the colosseum, pretended we were tour guides and tried to sell ourselves to americans and british to give tours. we made up this ridiculous story that anyone would have bought... i think we should go into business.
woke up feeling like SHIT on wednesday. but obviously i woke up and did it all again. but i think i stayed in and studied. i have no idea what i did that night.. god damnit. bleh. i walked home from school that day and a cab almost ran me over... honestly kim and i almost died. men were yelling in my face and shit.
thursday night caity and i pregamed at the boy's apartment and played zoomay zoomay. i obviously won even though ive never played before. it was the best pregame game ever. i felt good. we went to dj bar and there was this special shuttle that takes you to the club akab... we missed the shuttle. went into a cab to testaccio ( the area with all the nightclubs)... and ended up in this club called coyote. caity was miss drunky and we pretended to fake fight in the cab. she lifted her leg up too high and kicked me in the forehead. my head is still tender... some italian men tried to have a conversation with me, broken english, broken italian. offered me a ride home i was like UHM NO THANK YOU. got in a cab and went home.when we got home we decided to make pesto pasta while caity fell asleep and passed out on my kitchen floor eating biscotti and nutella .. "i dont even like nutella but this is good". she took these disgusting chocolate muffins and burned them on the stove and ate them. hahahahahha crazy bitch.
friday: went to the perfect bun for lunch... had a great cure for the hangover.. walked around rome, shooted the shit. caity and i got dressed in our finest and decided we were going to meet up with her aunt kathy and uncle john for dinner at la ramba, a really nice restaurant by the spanish steps. before we met them we went to this cafe to get an espresso, we knew it was going to be a long night. 830 espresso hahaha. caity pours the entire thing of sugar into her espresso... the guy thinks we are legit retarded and pours her another espresso. he was def hitting on caity though. hahaha. we go out to dinner with kathy and john- they were hilarious i wish they were in my family. we had a nice lengthy 2 hour dinner... talked about everything, bought us wine, bought me dinner. everything. afterwards caity and i split a bottle on the spanish steps.. drinking vodka and poor people juice on the spanish steps and then some swedish guys come up to us and go. we are swedish YA? do youah know vere zis club is Gilda? we told them we were going to the same place and we would meet them but to go ahead hahaha. we had the bottle of vodka, and hid it in a bush outside a hotel next to gilda to be picked up after clubbing. we had no reservation but told them the names erin's friends who had a table... totally mooched off their reservation... got in, no cover charge and danced the night away at this swanky italian club. it was amazing
saturday: we went to the catacombs... they buried 500.000 people underground in different layers. they dug into volcanic rock and carved out slots to bury people and their possessions. it was the creepiest scariest place i think ive ever been to. to imagine all these people dying in the colosseum from the lions, christians being persecuted etc and being buried underneath rome. the catacomb was 12 square miles...it was creepy, dark but totally interesting. granted, there are no bones left except for two skeletons. the barbarians had sweeped all the bones from the tombs to take the possessions... while restoring it people put the bones back in different slots. .. in 1980's they removed the bones and have them locked up behind closed doorrs. grossss.
saturday night caity and i got into this weird funk. however KIM was out, and all three of us went to the club Babel. this swanky swanky night club that everyone who is anyone goes to. they have dancers in gold dancing on the table, poles, etc. you have to be well dressed in order to get in. i had to drop alfredos name at the door, who the fuck knows who alfredo is and we danced FOREVER... it was so much fun. and we were sober... had the greatest time. babel however houses the most eurotrash ive ever seen. italian women are mean as shit, and totally rude.
sunday: went to trastevere and studied for my midterm alll day at this internet cafe while watching the roma lazio game and cheering with fellow italians. love my life.
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