Calla Lilies, Raunchy Sex, and Thnigs
In keeping with tradition, I'll start where I left off. I mean if I didn't , that'd be kind of stupid because I'd be leaving out somethings or just be repeating others which is totally unnecessary UNLESS, of course, I didn't write about things in chronological order like Memento or something, but that just gets confusing, and most people consider me confusing enough because my mind is, well, my mind, and people sometimes can't see into the Ke-Ke, but if they could it might be kind of gross because you'd just get intestines and a spleen and stuff, but you might not find it all that gross if you were Sarah, who wants to be a surgeon. Hmmm, that was a pretty long sentence.
Thursday night...
I worked on my photography paper that night so I could get up kind of early on Friday and type it. I got a page and then did an outline for the rest of it. It only had to be two or three pages, so it was nothing. The girls from across the hall from Washington state came over as well as some other friends. We hung out a while, had a few drinks, and stuff of the like.
Friday...
I get up early (10:30...hey, that's good for me, especially on a day I don't have class) to come to the university to type up my paper. I type it up and print out some pictures. I did it on Robert Mapplethorpe. If you don't know who he is, check him out; he's one awesome photographer. And it was because of his style and subjects that I entitled my paper Calla Lilies, Raunchy Sex, and Things. Well, after that I do the whole blog and e-mail thing. I read some posts, and thanks to one of Sandra's replies I have Madonna songs in my head the rest of the day. After that, I didn't do much. I just walked around Trastevere (the area in which I live) and browsed through some of the shops, all the while singing such classics as "Like a Virgin", "Like a Prayer", "Vogue", "Frozen", and "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina". Wow, I never realized how many similes Madonna used in her music before I actually wrote out the titles. Well, I finally get back to my apartment at 21:00. The UW girls across the hall, my roommates, some other friends, and I all go out to a really cool bar. It was underground and kind of like a cave. We get a bottle of champagne, and it was pretty darn good. After that we end up at one of the two places we always end up at, so the UW girls and I left. We got some pizza then went home. Dan and Matt, the roommies, get home a little while later. I think it's about 2:00 or 3:00 at this point (I should probably include this with the Saturday post, but it's part of the Saturday happenings). We're standing around the kitchen and out of nowhere Matt asks me to sing. I'm totally bewildered. Then he proceeds to go on about how he and Dan sing around the apartment and that he has never heard me. I was relieved and less freaked out at this point. I decline the offer because I really don't like singing for people. He insists, so I'm like "Okay, fine." I open my mouth and sing the first line of "Amsterdam" from Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. Dan and Matt's faces just get this really weird expression. I stop and say, "What? Am I flat or something?" Apparently, when he said sing, he was thinking something along the lines of being stupid by singing a Britney Spears song or something. They didn't expect the musical theater or classical-type stuff. I go on and finish the song. They were impressed, I was a little embarrassed, and we called it a night.
S-S-S-Saturday ni-iiiiight! And the day, too.
I get up early (this time at 9:30) to go shopping with the UW girls. They and I both need to get souvenirs. We walk around the Colosseum and Roman forum for a while looking at all the vendors. We don't really see anything, so then we walk down Via del Corso, the main shopping strip, though it's mostly clothes. Very quickly we got off the souvenirs thing and onto the "hey, we need clothes for ourselves" thing. We walk and walk, and since I've been shopping the past two weekends, I don't really see much that I want that I haven't bought already. We then proceed down Via Condotti to Piazza di Spagna, the fashionable district. We hit up all the high end stores like Armani, Versaci, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Valentino, Trussardi, and others. It was niiiiiiiiiiiice. It was like I was in heaven, but I was underdressed and really poor. I really had to control myself. I could have easily dropped several Gs in there, though I figured my life that would have probably been taken away by an angry green giant mother was more important than some really great clothes, but just barely. The only thing I did buy on Saturday was a shirt from Dolce. It's really really cool, and it just screamed "BUY ME, KYLE! BUY ME!" It's a white-based shirt, with retro-60s style flowers in bright orange and pink. I was also going to get a pair of pants there, but the smallest size they had was a 28, and they were too large and long. If they would have been the right length, I would have bought them. But to be too large in the waist and in the length, no. But I'm really excited about my new shirt. I think it'll look sooooooooo frickin' awesome with my new white suit. YAY! I love clothes. I'll probably write one (or two or five or seventy-two) blogs just about clothes when I get back. After that, I came back and took a siesta. The girls, Dan, and I then got a little spiffied up. I wore my new skunk pants (you'll see what I mean when you see them) and my white button-down shirt with the embroidered left side. We went to Campo de'Fiori for a few drinks. Kristen (one of the UW girls) and I went Magnolia, one of the bars, while everyone else just chilled at the central obelisk. The place was really swank. It kind of reminded me of my room, actually. It was all blue with a lot of glass and metal, and with most of the glass, there was light shining being diffracted through it. I had a mudslide and she had a white russian. The place was really cool, but their drinks were WAY too strong. Normally one can hardly taste the alcohol in either of those drinks if at all, but not here. But mine had six coffee beans on top, so it all balanced out. After I ate three, I decided to name the remaining three. I can't remember the first two, but I saved Aloicious for last. We have some K-name bonding time, then head back to the obelisk. We all then proceed to a club right off of Piazza Navona. I FINALLY get to get my dance on -- YAAAAAAY!!! New clothes AND bootay-shaking in one day. I almost had a heart-attack. Well, I don't know if anyone knows this, but Europeans (Italians, especially) CAN'T DANCE! The girls start to dance a bit, and some Italian guys kind of push their way in. Then I start to bust a move. They all back up, give me a look with utter contempt and hatred, then concede to me -- wah-frickin'-hoo! I think they were jealous because my moves took away their game. Hehehehehe, at least I have one thing on Italian men. I get my groove on for a couple of hours, then Kristen, Dan, and I leave at about 3:00. Well, we get to the Ponte Sisto and Dan starts going on about how I could sing, etc., etc. Then he (in chime with Kristen who wants to hear me now) tries to pursuade me to sing on the Ponte Sisto overlooking the Tiber. I told them I would think about it. There were too many people, so I didn't, but I told Kristen I'd sing for her once we got back to the apartments. I did as I said I would *ugh*, then I took a shower with my sweaty self and went to bed.
Domingi...
For the first time since I've been here, I slept past 11:15 -- until 3:00! Glad to know my old schedule is still in me. It rained for the first time since I've been here. It was kind of refreshing. There wasn't much to do and most of the shops closed, but the rain and the coolness were nice. I went to grab a bite to eat with Matt at Kebab House. They have REALLY good Middle Eastern food. I got the couscous and the falafel. Mmmmmmmmmmmm! It was a really good change from carbs in tomato sauce. Other than that, we chilled around the apartment and cleaned a bit. I did a load of laundry then went to bed.
Today, lunedi...
I got up and got ready, then went to class. This is the second time my photography class has actually met in a classroom. I gave my presentation on Robert Mapplethorpe and passed around some of his pictures. I made sure to give a warning: "If you are offended by ANYTHING sexually explicit, do not look at the last two pages." Well, of course I knew that everyone would have to look, that's why I did it. It was really really funny to see the expressions on everyone's faces. Ahhh, glad to know I still haven't lost my ability to make people's heads turn and faces wince. On the way back Cassie (one of the girls in the class)and I start singing songs from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory -- it was great!
That's all I have to report so far. Until next time...
Champagne fishes and caviar screams!
Thursday night...
I worked on my photography paper that night so I could get up kind of early on Friday and type it. I got a page and then did an outline for the rest of it. It only had to be two or three pages, so it was nothing. The girls from across the hall from Washington state came over as well as some other friends. We hung out a while, had a few drinks, and stuff of the like.
Friday...
I get up early (10:30...hey, that's good for me, especially on a day I don't have class) to come to the university to type up my paper. I type it up and print out some pictures. I did it on Robert Mapplethorpe. If you don't know who he is, check him out; he's one awesome photographer. And it was because of his style and subjects that I entitled my paper Calla Lilies, Raunchy Sex, and Things. Well, after that I do the whole blog and e-mail thing. I read some posts, and thanks to one of Sandra's replies I have Madonna songs in my head the rest of the day. After that, I didn't do much. I just walked around Trastevere (the area in which I live) and browsed through some of the shops, all the while singing such classics as "Like a Virgin", "Like a Prayer", "Vogue", "Frozen", and "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina". Wow, I never realized how many similes Madonna used in her music before I actually wrote out the titles. Well, I finally get back to my apartment at 21:00. The UW girls across the hall, my roommates, some other friends, and I all go out to a really cool bar. It was underground and kind of like a cave. We get a bottle of champagne, and it was pretty darn good. After that we end up at one of the two places we always end up at, so the UW girls and I left. We got some pizza then went home. Dan and Matt, the roommies, get home a little while later. I think it's about 2:00 or 3:00 at this point (I should probably include this with the Saturday post, but it's part of the Saturday happenings). We're standing around the kitchen and out of nowhere Matt asks me to sing. I'm totally bewildered. Then he proceeds to go on about how he and Dan sing around the apartment and that he has never heard me. I was relieved and less freaked out at this point. I decline the offer because I really don't like singing for people. He insists, so I'm like "Okay, fine." I open my mouth and sing the first line of "Amsterdam" from Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. Dan and Matt's faces just get this really weird expression. I stop and say, "What? Am I flat or something?" Apparently, when he said sing, he was thinking something along the lines of being stupid by singing a Britney Spears song or something. They didn't expect the musical theater or classical-type stuff. I go on and finish the song. They were impressed, I was a little embarrassed, and we called it a night.
S-S-S-Saturday ni-iiiiight! And the day, too.
I get up early (this time at 9:30) to go shopping with the UW girls. They and I both need to get souvenirs. We walk around the Colosseum and Roman forum for a while looking at all the vendors. We don't really see anything, so then we walk down Via del Corso, the main shopping strip, though it's mostly clothes. Very quickly we got off the souvenirs thing and onto the "hey, we need clothes for ourselves" thing. We walk and walk, and since I've been shopping the past two weekends, I don't really see much that I want that I haven't bought already. We then proceed down Via Condotti to Piazza di Spagna, the fashionable district. We hit up all the high end stores like Armani, Versaci, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Valentino, Trussardi, and others. It was niiiiiiiiiiiice. It was like I was in heaven, but I was underdressed and really poor. I really had to control myself. I could have easily dropped several Gs in there, though I figured my life that would have probably been taken away by an angry green giant mother was more important than some really great clothes, but just barely. The only thing I did buy on Saturday was a shirt from Dolce. It's really really cool, and it just screamed "BUY ME, KYLE! BUY ME!" It's a white-based shirt, with retro-60s style flowers in bright orange and pink. I was also going to get a pair of pants there, but the smallest size they had was a 28, and they were too large and long. If they would have been the right length, I would have bought them. But to be too large in the waist and in the length, no. But I'm really excited about my new shirt. I think it'll look sooooooooo frickin' awesome with my new white suit. YAY! I love clothes. I'll probably write one (or two or five or seventy-two) blogs just about clothes when I get back. After that, I came back and took a siesta. The girls, Dan, and I then got a little spiffied up. I wore my new skunk pants (you'll see what I mean when you see them) and my white button-down shirt with the embroidered left side. We went to Campo de'Fiori for a few drinks. Kristen (one of the UW girls) and I went Magnolia, one of the bars, while everyone else just chilled at the central obelisk. The place was really swank. It kind of reminded me of my room, actually. It was all blue with a lot of glass and metal, and with most of the glass, there was light shining being diffracted through it. I had a mudslide and she had a white russian. The place was really cool, but their drinks were WAY too strong. Normally one can hardly taste the alcohol in either of those drinks if at all, but not here. But mine had six coffee beans on top, so it all balanced out. After I ate three, I decided to name the remaining three. I can't remember the first two, but I saved Aloicious for last. We have some K-name bonding time, then head back to the obelisk. We all then proceed to a club right off of Piazza Navona. I FINALLY get to get my dance on -- YAAAAAAY!!! New clothes AND bootay-shaking in one day. I almost had a heart-attack. Well, I don't know if anyone knows this, but Europeans (Italians, especially) CAN'T DANCE! The girls start to dance a bit, and some Italian guys kind of push their way in. Then I start to bust a move. They all back up, give me a look with utter contempt and hatred, then concede to me -- wah-frickin'-hoo! I think they were jealous because my moves took away their game. Hehehehehe, at least I have one thing on Italian men. I get my groove on for a couple of hours, then Kristen, Dan, and I leave at about 3:00. Well, we get to the Ponte Sisto and Dan starts going on about how I could sing, etc., etc. Then he (in chime with Kristen who wants to hear me now) tries to pursuade me to sing on the Ponte Sisto overlooking the Tiber. I told them I would think about it. There were too many people, so I didn't, but I told Kristen I'd sing for her once we got back to the apartments. I did as I said I would *ugh*, then I took a shower with my sweaty self and went to bed.
Domingi...
For the first time since I've been here, I slept past 11:15 -- until 3:00! Glad to know my old schedule is still in me. It rained for the first time since I've been here. It was kind of refreshing. There wasn't much to do and most of the shops closed, but the rain and the coolness were nice. I went to grab a bite to eat with Matt at Kebab House. They have REALLY good Middle Eastern food. I got the couscous and the falafel. Mmmmmmmmmmmm! It was a really good change from carbs in tomato sauce. Other than that, we chilled around the apartment and cleaned a bit. I did a load of laundry then went to bed.
Today, lunedi...
I got up and got ready, then went to class. This is the second time my photography class has actually met in a classroom. I gave my presentation on Robert Mapplethorpe and passed around some of his pictures. I made sure to give a warning: "If you are offended by ANYTHING sexually explicit, do not look at the last two pages." Well, of course I knew that everyone would have to look, that's why I did it. It was really really funny to see the expressions on everyone's faces. Ahhh, glad to know I still haven't lost my ability to make people's heads turn and faces wince. On the way back Cassie (one of the girls in the class)and I start singing songs from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory -- it was great!
That's all I have to report so far. Until next time...
Champagne fishes and caviar screams!
posted by QiqJoe at 5:09 AM
3 Comments:
hehe, you said "falafel."
souvenirs? ;-) An Italian boy sounds right for Sarah, they can bust out their 2 moves together. ;-)
Okay, in response to everyone's responses.
I have SOME (but not all) souvenirs right now. I'm not telling who I do and do not have. No, none of them is a man...yet, and no, none are clothes...yet.
Yes, knowing me, I WOULD wear the white suit to class. Also, I could wear it anytime we go out anywhere nice, for example Olive Garden or Taco Bell. I would also wear it whenever the heck I felt like it because that's just how I am and I do what I want *triple snap*.
Yes, I did say "falafel". I think it might bear repeating. Falafel. There, I said it again.
No, the Italian boy and Sarah could not bust out their two moves together. The Italian boy has negative two moves, so that would mean combined they would have zero.
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