They think my tractor's sexy.
As a note for the future, I don't have access to the internet on the weekends, so that's why it's taken me a while to post.
I guess I should start from whence I left off. Thursday night was, well, interesting to say the least. Earlier, my roommates and I met the six girls across the hall in our apartment building. They happen to be studying here, too, but they're with University of Washington. Their college actually has a campus here. They also happen to be really easy on the eyes. They've been here for 3 weeks and haven't really partied, so we had to take them out with us. I got all spiffied up wearing my embroidered white button-down shirt, gray pants, and white CK trunks...grrrrrrrowl! The night started off with us going to the apartment of some other friends. We were all just chilling out, then we decided to play a drinking game: Circle of Death. Ahhh, a classic. I love that game, but I can never remember what the cards stand for, not that it matters as long as everyone ends up getting trashed. Isn't that the point of any drinking game? I can't remember exactly what I was drinking. Possibly some melon Bacardi, possibly some vodka, whatever just happened upon my cup, really. I won't go into too much detail, but let me just say that people were highly amused and surprised by me, especially when it came to "never have I ever" and "categories". On "never have I ever" I think I had to drink the most of everyone there. People were looking at me with shock, awe, disgust, hilarity, and general weirdness in their faces. Does this surprise anyone reading this? I don't know. Should it surprise anyone? NO! Well, "categories" turned out to be a fun one, too, especially when it came time for us to name sexual positions. I was actually very shocked when people had not heard of mine. They even made me show them how, so I did. I find this very funny since I was probably the one in the room with the least experience. OOOH! *flails arms excitedly* It's lesson time! Have you heard of a yoga position called the "tractor"? No one that night had, nor had did they know it was also a sex position. Look it up. It's interesting. Then imagine me demonstrating it. I hope I enlightened all viewers then. I'm also betting that several people will actually try this either while in Rome or not long after they get back. Glad to know I can affect the lives of many. It is knowledge such as this that will be perpetuated to countless millions, all because of me and my perversity. So, back to Thursday night. After getting good and tipsy (or bad and roaring drunk), we all head to a nearby bar. We sit around, talk, nothing big. I have a white russian or two. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up vomiting in our apartment toilet. YAY! Make that 3 times vomiting after alcohol in my life. However, not only was I vomiting, I was naked and surrounded by my roommates. Oh no, don't stop reading now; this is the good part! (This is all according to my roommates, Matt and Dan) Well, I left the bar before them. They came in and were about to go to sleep when Dan saw me passed out on the floor halfway in the bathroom halfway in the living room fully naked. Man, I know I love my naked time, but geez! And what makes this even funnier, is that there is a step going up into the bathroom, and my head was in the living room, so the lower part of my body was elevated. Isn't that a lovely picture? They woke me up, I vomited, I drank some water, I vomited, I drank some water, then I went to bed. It was one interesting night.
I didn't wake up with a hangover on Friday (WOOHOO for no hangovers -- thanks to the water), but I wasn't exactly in tip-top condition. Thank goodness for no class on Friday, too! So Friday I didn't do much; I just sat in the room, read, chilled out, and did some laundry. Oh my gosh, the laundry takes forever here. It's very energy and water efficient, but it takes almost 2 hours for a full cycle in the washer. I could shorten it about 30 or 45 minutes , but I'm really anal about my personal hygiene and the cleanliness of my clothes, so the washer automatically goes on whatever will get my clothes the cleanest. I didn't mind, though; I didn't want to do too much else that day, anyway. Also, no dryers here. Oh well. My room has clothes strewn all over trying to dry out, but it didn't take nearly as long for them to dry as I expected. It's all gravy. While I was waiting for my clothes to wash, I read several more chapters in The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy. Man, I love him. The plotlines he creates are so absurd that they must be based in truth.
On to Saturday....
This was a good day. I went to the Vatican -- SCH-WEET! Actually, the only thing I saw while I was there was St. Peter's Basilica and the piazza out front. I guess I'll have to see the Sistine Chapel and stuff later. Let me tell you, it was soooooooooooo awesome. Once I found myself in the piazza with Bernini's columnade surrounding it, I almost lost my breath. Wow, wow, and wow. I just stroll on up to the basilica and get in line for the Cupola (i.e. the top of the dome). There were two options: take a lift up most of the way then take 360 more stairs to the top, or take stairs ALL the way up. When given the choice between the easy way and they hard way, most people choose the easy way. I, on the other hand, will almost inevitably choose the hard way. I climbed and climbed, and when I reached the very top, I still beat all the people who were in line around me. They were also more out of breath than I was. I was like "go me!" It's a wonder with all the little passages and stairways up there that a pope hasn't just disappeared. As soon as I walk out onto the ledge at the very top of the Cupola, it was one of the most absolute spectacular views I have ever seen. The entirety of Rome with hills in the city and mountains in the distance mingled with the famous landmarks, all dancing along the banks of the Tiber. I took in the view from all sides of the dome, then I proceeded inside. The inside view was pretty darn good itself. Looking down on the famous altar under which St. Peter is buried, being able to actually touch the gigantic mosaics that line the inside of the dome, it was an amazing experience. I then descended to the floor of St. Peter's. That place is ENORMOUS! I relished over the beautiful marble floors, the wonderful, the graceful Madonnas and crucifixes, and anything and everything else that could grasp my sight. The sculpture was magnificent! Everything was so elaborate and detailed. I walk around staring with mouth wide open at everything, then I enter the Treasury Museum which is right off the main floor. There were some awesome pope relics: rings, robes, a tomb...you know, typical pope stuff. Then I came back out to the main floor, walked around a little more, and almost tripped over the Pieta by Michaelangelo! I seriously almost died (not from tripping, but it's the frickin' Pieta). It was all just so surreal. I left there for home, grabbed a bite to eat, then went to bed.
Sunday
Oooh, this was a good day. Everything in Rome was on sale this weekend (everywhere from 30 to 70% off) because they're getting rid of their old stuff while preparing for the new season's line, so I went shopping -- one of my favorite past times EVER! I went browsing through all of the stores, enamoured over the impeccable taste these Italians have. I swear I could have easily spent all of my money on clothes. Unfortunately, I had to take into consideration my expenses for the rest of the trip. I mean, I just might need food one or two more times over the next 3 or 4 weeks. So I did my usual window shopping. The stores aren't as clearly labeled here, so one never really knows what each one is until he or she is inside. Of course, the shops that I was doing the arm-flail and going my "OOOH!" over are, as it turned out, Armani, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and other stores of the like. I looked around, but I knew I had to limit myself, so I decided to stay away from anything that could be classified as a boutique. It was soooo hard. Anyways, I came home with 2 shirts: one was just a t-shirt and the other was this really cool black button-down shirt with red and gray pinstripes that has velvet floral patterns all over it -- it's soo me! I also got 2 pairs of pants: one really funky pair and one pair of awesome jeans. I was soo excited to figure out my Italian pants size -- 44 or 46. I don't know why, but it was just exciting. After my shopping "not-so-much-spree", I came back, did some laundry, read, and hit the sheets.
Monday (today)
I got up and went to my photography class today. The coolest thing about my classes is that neither one meets in a classroom. We met at Piazza Navona and took some pictures around there. Then we headed over to the Pantheon then Trevi Fountain and did the same things. After that, we finished about an hour and a half early. Total sweetness. And here I am blogging.
I'm sure some more exciting things will happen later, so keep updated with my life right here at Sexually Frustrated Manatees.
I guess I should start from whence I left off. Thursday night was, well, interesting to say the least. Earlier, my roommates and I met the six girls across the hall in our apartment building. They happen to be studying here, too, but they're with University of Washington. Their college actually has a campus here. They also happen to be really easy on the eyes. They've been here for 3 weeks and haven't really partied, so we had to take them out with us. I got all spiffied up wearing my embroidered white button-down shirt, gray pants, and white CK trunks...grrrrrrrowl! The night started off with us going to the apartment of some other friends. We were all just chilling out, then we decided to play a drinking game: Circle of Death. Ahhh, a classic. I love that game, but I can never remember what the cards stand for, not that it matters as long as everyone ends up getting trashed. Isn't that the point of any drinking game? I can't remember exactly what I was drinking. Possibly some melon Bacardi, possibly some vodka, whatever just happened upon my cup, really. I won't go into too much detail, but let me just say that people were highly amused and surprised by me, especially when it came to "never have I ever" and "categories". On "never have I ever" I think I had to drink the most of everyone there. People were looking at me with shock, awe, disgust, hilarity, and general weirdness in their faces. Does this surprise anyone reading this? I don't know. Should it surprise anyone? NO! Well, "categories" turned out to be a fun one, too, especially when it came time for us to name sexual positions. I was actually very shocked when people had not heard of mine. They even made me show them how, so I did. I find this very funny since I was probably the one in the room with the least experience. OOOH! *flails arms excitedly* It's lesson time! Have you heard of a yoga position called the "tractor"? No one that night had, nor had did they know it was also a sex position. Look it up. It's interesting. Then imagine me demonstrating it. I hope I enlightened all viewers then. I'm also betting that several people will actually try this either while in Rome or not long after they get back. Glad to know I can affect the lives of many. It is knowledge such as this that will be perpetuated to countless millions, all because of me and my perversity. So, back to Thursday night. After getting good and tipsy (or bad and roaring drunk), we all head to a nearby bar. We sit around, talk, nothing big. I have a white russian or two. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up vomiting in our apartment toilet. YAY! Make that 3 times vomiting after alcohol in my life. However, not only was I vomiting, I was naked and surrounded by my roommates. Oh no, don't stop reading now; this is the good part! (This is all according to my roommates, Matt and Dan) Well, I left the bar before them. They came in and were about to go to sleep when Dan saw me passed out on the floor halfway in the bathroom halfway in the living room fully naked. Man, I know I love my naked time, but geez! And what makes this even funnier, is that there is a step going up into the bathroom, and my head was in the living room, so the lower part of my body was elevated. Isn't that a lovely picture? They woke me up, I vomited, I drank some water, I vomited, I drank some water, then I went to bed. It was one interesting night.
I didn't wake up with a hangover on Friday (WOOHOO for no hangovers -- thanks to the water), but I wasn't exactly in tip-top condition. Thank goodness for no class on Friday, too! So Friday I didn't do much; I just sat in the room, read, chilled out, and did some laundry. Oh my gosh, the laundry takes forever here. It's very energy and water efficient, but it takes almost 2 hours for a full cycle in the washer. I could shorten it about 30 or 45 minutes , but I'm really anal about my personal hygiene and the cleanliness of my clothes, so the washer automatically goes on whatever will get my clothes the cleanest. I didn't mind, though; I didn't want to do too much else that day, anyway. Also, no dryers here. Oh well. My room has clothes strewn all over trying to dry out, but it didn't take nearly as long for them to dry as I expected. It's all gravy. While I was waiting for my clothes to wash, I read several more chapters in The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy. Man, I love him. The plotlines he creates are so absurd that they must be based in truth.
On to Saturday....
This was a good day. I went to the Vatican -- SCH-WEET! Actually, the only thing I saw while I was there was St. Peter's Basilica and the piazza out front. I guess I'll have to see the Sistine Chapel and stuff later. Let me tell you, it was soooooooooooo awesome. Once I found myself in the piazza with Bernini's columnade surrounding it, I almost lost my breath. Wow, wow, and wow. I just stroll on up to the basilica and get in line for the Cupola (i.e. the top of the dome). There were two options: take a lift up most of the way then take 360 more stairs to the top, or take stairs ALL the way up. When given the choice between the easy way and they hard way, most people choose the easy way. I, on the other hand, will almost inevitably choose the hard way. I climbed and climbed, and when I reached the very top, I still beat all the people who were in line around me. They were also more out of breath than I was. I was like "go me!" It's a wonder with all the little passages and stairways up there that a pope hasn't just disappeared. As soon as I walk out onto the ledge at the very top of the Cupola, it was one of the most absolute spectacular views I have ever seen. The entirety of Rome with hills in the city and mountains in the distance mingled with the famous landmarks, all dancing along the banks of the Tiber. I took in the view from all sides of the dome, then I proceeded inside. The inside view was pretty darn good itself. Looking down on the famous altar under which St. Peter is buried, being able to actually touch the gigantic mosaics that line the inside of the dome, it was an amazing experience. I then descended to the floor of St. Peter's. That place is ENORMOUS! I relished over the beautiful marble floors, the wonderful, the graceful Madonnas and crucifixes, and anything and everything else that could grasp my sight. The sculpture was magnificent! Everything was so elaborate and detailed. I walk around staring with mouth wide open at everything, then I enter the Treasury Museum which is right off the main floor. There were some awesome pope relics: rings, robes, a tomb...you know, typical pope stuff. Then I came back out to the main floor, walked around a little more, and almost tripped over the Pieta by Michaelangelo! I seriously almost died (not from tripping, but it's the frickin' Pieta). It was all just so surreal. I left there for home, grabbed a bite to eat, then went to bed.
Sunday
Oooh, this was a good day. Everything in Rome was on sale this weekend (everywhere from 30 to 70% off) because they're getting rid of their old stuff while preparing for the new season's line, so I went shopping -- one of my favorite past times EVER! I went browsing through all of the stores, enamoured over the impeccable taste these Italians have. I swear I could have easily spent all of my money on clothes. Unfortunately, I had to take into consideration my expenses for the rest of the trip. I mean, I just might need food one or two more times over the next 3 or 4 weeks. So I did my usual window shopping. The stores aren't as clearly labeled here, so one never really knows what each one is until he or she is inside. Of course, the shops that I was doing the arm-flail and going my "OOOH!" over are, as it turned out, Armani, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and other stores of the like. I looked around, but I knew I had to limit myself, so I decided to stay away from anything that could be classified as a boutique. It was soooo hard. Anyways, I came home with 2 shirts: one was just a t-shirt and the other was this really cool black button-down shirt with red and gray pinstripes that has velvet floral patterns all over it -- it's soo me! I also got 2 pairs of pants: one really funky pair and one pair of awesome jeans. I was soo excited to figure out my Italian pants size -- 44 or 46. I don't know why, but it was just exciting. After my shopping "not-so-much-spree", I came back, did some laundry, read, and hit the sheets.
Monday (today)
I got up and went to my photography class today. The coolest thing about my classes is that neither one meets in a classroom. We met at Piazza Navona and took some pictures around there. Then we headed over to the Pantheon then Trevi Fountain and did the same things. After that, we finished about an hour and a half early. Total sweetness. And here I am blogging.
I'm sure some more exciting things will happen later, so keep updated with my life right here at Sexually Frustrated Manatees.
posted by QiqJoe at 6:15 AM
5 Comments:
Me = Gellus.
yeah, I want to see pictures too, and not ones of you drunk and naked. :-P
hey, I did an audioblog, so if you're really bored and have speakers/headphones, go check it out! ;-)
So, C, do you want the pics of him sober and naked? ;-) (jk)
let me make this clear, I want no pictures of ANYONE naked or close to being naked, or in their underwear, etc. got it benji bob/kyle/everyone else? :-P
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