Most importantly.
To get or not to get... One Italian haircut.
My bangs (or "fringe" to you wannabe British salon turds) are getting shaggy and disgusting. So is the rest of my hair. Ten hours a day in the sun does bad things. So, I ask you, si or non?
I speak very little, very poor Italian, it would be an adventure in magic mystery haircuts.
I am thinking, at this moment, probably yes.
James left this morning. It's sort of sad day. I will miss the extra week of travel with him. Roommate Barry should be fun but James has a sort of Dr0m Cast'leh vibe about him that just can't be denied.
Last night we had a sort of stinky dig house Sorrentine Limoncello farewell party. It still smells like just a hinty bit of turd. (Did I mention that it flooded again on Thursday? And that I pushed sewage with a broom? Cause I did. It was a cultural experience. Ask me about the phrase when I return, especially in relation to James' doner kebab and Armani adventure. It's a real hoot.) Paul and Anna consumed a bottle of rum together, and then the rest of James' and my limoncello. That stuff is odd to say the least. It tastes like lemonheads, then cleaner, then sweet breath-freshness. Then, I dunno, drunkness. We also, the night before last, had an americans only dance party featuring all the finest funk classics and a wonderful Debra sing-along. Can you believe that it was James' first time hearing it? Dude, seriously. We were shocked.
My dad says that I have an accent now. That shocked me too. I only talk to the other Americans so I guess it is a New York and Tucson hybrid then? With slight Italian intonation?
Currently, Shannon and Emily are planning their upcoming week of travel. I think they are hitting Spain and France at this point. Barry and I are just going to hang out at Rome. We are staying at the world-famous, Hostel Yellow. It is the "classiest and sexiest place to stay." Yeah. There are no pictures of the rooms. Still, if we bring enough limoncello, I will never even know how bad it will probably be.
Ok, friend Shannon needs her computron.
I shall post pictures later today hopefully. At least a couple.
My bangs (or "fringe" to you wannabe British salon turds) are getting shaggy and disgusting. So is the rest of my hair. Ten hours a day in the sun does bad things. So, I ask you, si or non?
I speak very little, very poor Italian, it would be an adventure in magic mystery haircuts.
I am thinking, at this moment, probably yes.
James left this morning. It's sort of sad day. I will miss the extra week of travel with him. Roommate Barry should be fun but James has a sort of Dr0m Cast'leh vibe about him that just can't be denied.
Last night we had a sort of stinky dig house Sorrentine Limoncello farewell party. It still smells like just a hinty bit of turd. (Did I mention that it flooded again on Thursday? And that I pushed sewage with a broom? Cause I did. It was a cultural experience. Ask me about the phrase when I return, especially in relation to James' doner kebab and Armani adventure. It's a real hoot.) Paul and Anna consumed a bottle of rum together, and then the rest of James' and my limoncello. That stuff is odd to say the least. It tastes like lemonheads, then cleaner, then sweet breath-freshness. Then, I dunno, drunkness. We also, the night before last, had an americans only dance party featuring all the finest funk classics and a wonderful Debra sing-along. Can you believe that it was James' first time hearing it? Dude, seriously. We were shocked.
My dad says that I have an accent now. That shocked me too. I only talk to the other Americans so I guess it is a New York and Tucson hybrid then? With slight Italian intonation?
Currently, Shannon and Emily are planning their upcoming week of travel. I think they are hitting Spain and France at this point. Barry and I are just going to hang out at Rome. We are staying at the world-famous, Hostel Yellow. It is the "classiest and sexiest place to stay." Yeah. There are no pictures of the rooms. Still, if we bring enough limoncello, I will never even know how bad it will probably be.
Ok, friend Shannon needs her computron.
I shall post pictures later today hopefully. At least a couple.