A Broad, Abroad: another valentines day...still single

Want to know what I did for Valentines Day?

I know you don’t, but I’m going to tell you anyways.

Woke up to my alarm saying “its Valentines Day, you’re alone and in Italy”….obviously went back to bed for a few more hours. Seeing that I didn’t have class till 2pm I decided to take out some sexual aggression by running…first half an hour was fine, but then my body went into shock…going from running on treadmills to running up 45 degree roads on mountains...lets just say my body didn't react as well as I had hoped. The only thing that kept me going once I reached altitudes that were comparable to the Himalayas, was my ipod blaring “Better Than A Stereo Dream” and the amaaazing views that almost made me enjoy the run.

After sprinting up the hill to the school (ultimately leading to me dry heaving over the ledge…) I went to my drawing class…where I am the only intro level student as well as the only one that hasn’t had semesters and semesters of drawing under their belt (shit)…

Leaving class with a hurt ego I made an executive decision that it was time to start drinking…my roommates agreed.

After pregaming aggressively, no one realized how drunk we were really getting until you actually listened to the conversations we were having at dinner…

“a good relationship is built on sex and trust”

“I WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THESE POTATOES” (yes they were THAT GOOD)

“A is for artsy as hell”

A is for "ARTSY AS HELL"

really enjoying our conversations

this is Jacob...I keep telling myself he's a diamond in the rough...

By the time dessert was being served we were dunzo. Did I mention there was an art show or something like that after dinner (which we all decided to try to go to even though it was optional..see mom I’m trying). By the time we got there half of us were hanging over the balcony or laying on the floor…it didn’t start on time so it was time to head to the bar.

After everyone arrived at the Lions Well all hell broke loose.

Playing their normal American mix…lil kim was playing, making it already a great night for Dorothy…ask her what else happened…I’ll give you a hint; Texas Ranger…oh dayummmm.

Using our makeshift dancefloor, most of the girls from the program danced their hearts out…aka jumping up and down like they were at a justin beiber concert…and we were all graced by the presence of Carrie and Triscuit dancing…grinding…I don’t know what you’d call what they were doing….”awkward sex on the dance floor” is what some have said. Relationship Status update, it looks like they’re “together”, we now see more PDA and so far the future looks promising. However everyone still has an uneasy feeling about it.

Then the Canadians came, made a dance circle..most are still ugly…one girl wears a retainer..wow.

John Lucca, our bff, was giving out free drinks to his favorite girls, which influenced the decision that the bar would make a better dancefloor than the floor itself (if only it were a pool table..miss you ticker) Bailey was one of the first to get up…obviously she could fit…her lead was followed.

Zane our 16 year old friend…still trying to hook up with Alexis..(bro just stop trying)…told Dorothy that he’s going to get Alexis drunk enough to hook up with him…Jesus Christ now I’m really going to keep an eye on Alexis. While this was going on he proceeded to buy Dorothy a shot (what is this his plan B?...this kid is going to get his ass kicked) and then snot rocketed…vomit.

There have also been claims that Campbell made out with two Italian boys, tried to make out with Nathan…twice…(I’m guessing she was super wasted) and then tried to get Karina to follow suit and find her own Italian stallion…except Karina, like me, thinks that 16 is too young…even if we are in Italy and can’t find anything that meets our standards.

The night officially ended when everyone got back home, got into bed and proceeded to fall into a deep alcohol induced coma…only to be awaked by the faint sound in room 8 (our room) of Alexis completely missing the bed and crashing onto the ground…we have tile floors…the sound was loud enough to make me think that she might of gotten a concussion...but I was too tired to get out of bed and couldn’t fathom making a trip to the hospital.