|The power of Christ|
Back to reality. A bunch of other au pairs and myself went into Scholar's and spent the entire night flirting with other tourists and
|Come on Barbie, let's go party|
After I wasn't laughing at his lame jokes or giving into his Spencer-Pratt-meets-Ken-doll appearance, he finally got the hint and left. Now that I'm out of high school and living in the real world, I'm really picky about my men, as every woman should be. And this guy just did not cut it - he reminded me of this gay guy who went to my high school and I knew that if I even attempted to hook up with this guy, I would keep thinking of the gay guy from my school who I'll call Stan Flemmington. Stan Flemmington is a proud fan of Kylie Minogue and Cher who calls everyone he meets his 'angel' and if he had a twin, well, Mr. (or Miss?) would've been him (her?). After I finally shook this boy who was California Dreamin' on me, I got onstage with my friend Kara and sang Katy Perry, and I don't mean to brag, but... I. Was. Awesome. Speaking of California boys and Katy Perry, I'm sorry - but they definitely are forgettable. They are not fine, fresh, fierce, and that boy certainly could not melt my popsicle.
If you look at the montage of pictures on the left, you will see that Kara and I are almost famous. My highlight of the night was singing Beyoncé's 'Crazy in Love'. When Beyoncé comes on anywhere - while shopping in a store, in the car, or at a bar, LOOK OUT. Everyone went wild when I rapped the Jay-Z part of the song, and I think everyone was surprised that this 110 pound white girl could drop a beat like that. I also got to meet a group of Australian boys which was wonderful. I kept calling them my 'outback mates' and it was love at first sight. A lot of reader's probably haven't heard of the show
calling them my 'outback mates' and it was
love at first sight. A lot of reader's probably haven't heard of the show 'Summer Heights High', but it's an Australian show that is almost as funny as The Office. I kept making the boys say quotes from the show and I was in heaven. We all left the bar around 3 am and the other au pairs and my outback mates went to find something to eat near Piazza Venezia. When we all said our goodbyes this is when the worst night of my life hit. I had to take the night bus alone because the girls I went out with don't live near me. I should've just taken a taxi or called one of my Italianfriends to come get me, but for some reason I
like to learn all of my lessons the hard way. Before I got on the bus I told the bus driver my neighborhood and made my voice high at the end so he knew it was a question. I'm not going to name my neighborhood on here but he assured me that yes, yes, this is the right bus. Well... He stopped everywhere but my neighborhood. In fact, I saw everything in the entire city except where I needed to be, and lucky me got a nice tour of the sketchy outskirts of Rome. For the entire two hours, I was the only female on the bus, and creepy men came and went. One guy was even drinking straight from a wine bottle. I mean... Can you even do that on a bus? I sobered right up once I hit the outskirts. I panicked and called my Italian friend freaking out but his phone died. So then I called my friend all the way from Canada and in between tears explained to him my situation. I could only hear about half the things he was saying but it helped, and finally... finally, finally, FINALLY, I arrived home at 5:30 am. I took a nice hot shower, made myself a cup of tea, and went to bed.
|In front of Piazza Venezia with Zoe |
before the whole bus fiasco.
At dinner tonight while everyone was happily chatting about their day, Giulia asked me what kind of wine I liked best. I told her the red kind we always drink from Capalbio, and she went on explaining the different wines of Italy. This is a 9 year old girl, here... And nobody at the table said anything. I looked around to see if anyone heard what just happened, but if they heard, they didn't seem phased by it. Amazing. Is this normal?