Thursday, April 14, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Wine Tasting Society at MHC anyone??
Classy is chugging a bottle of blush Chianti Wine at a wine tasting in Tuscany as middle aged couples from New York throw Euros down on the table to get you to do it. Needless to say, I came out of the entire situation with 14 euro, and about an entire bus full of new friends the age of my parents.
I'm in Florence, and the weather here is ABSOLUTELY dreadful. I thought Italy was going to be the sun and fun portion of SB2k5. I have pneumonia (only exacerbated by the cold showers I had to take in my Mafia run Ventian Hostel), probably multiple STDs from my gondola ride (and ipso facto my gondalier Guiseppi), my hair as definitely seen better days, and i'm pretty sure i'm going to kick it like Daisy Miller in the end.
My hostel owner is currently listening to trance, with blacklight and disco ball, in the hole in the wall(strategically placed next to the IBM Packard circa 1989 I currently type to you from) he calls home. While this is all evident to me, and sort of in the realm of hostel normalcy (well, what is normal when one has just come from a Hostel where at 10pm on the dot a DVD player in the box is transported to a Land Cruiser with Rims), what I am unclear about is how people keep coming out of his room. So far 3 people have left. I have not seen anyone go in, and when the door is open, I look in the room and it is empty..yet 3 minutes later, out walks the entire italian queer eye crew. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that this "hostel" might actually be a "swingers club" and if I don't watch myself, i'm going to end up in a menage-a-trois with the couple from Russia who smell of rot.
Ciao Bella! Read more
I'm in Florence, and the weather here is ABSOLUTELY dreadful. I thought Italy was going to be the sun and fun portion of SB2k5. I have pneumonia (only exacerbated by the cold showers I had to take in my Mafia run Ventian Hostel), probably multiple STDs from my gondola ride (and ipso facto my gondalier Guiseppi), my hair as definitely seen better days, and i'm pretty sure i'm going to kick it like Daisy Miller in the end.
My hostel owner is currently listening to trance, with blacklight and disco ball, in the hole in the wall(strategically placed next to the IBM Packard circa 1989 I currently type to you from) he calls home. While this is all evident to me, and sort of in the realm of hostel normalcy (well, what is normal when one has just come from a Hostel where at 10pm on the dot a DVD player in the box is transported to a Land Cruiser with Rims), what I am unclear about is how people keep coming out of his room. So far 3 people have left. I have not seen anyone go in, and when the door is open, I look in the room and it is empty..yet 3 minutes later, out walks the entire italian queer eye crew. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that this "hostel" might actually be a "swingers club" and if I don't watch myself, i'm going to end up in a menage-a-trois with the couple from Russia who smell of rot.
Ciao Bella! Read more
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