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| Triscuit and one of his intrests...one of my roommates..Clare |
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| this is Carrie...also a roommate of mine..shes hooked up with Triscuit a few times.. |
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| this is Chaley...we def think she's still in the competition as well.. |
Ok ya so we went out to this bar that was a few blocks away from our hotel, which was good because when you’re drunk, in a foreign country and don’t know the language…being able to sprint back to your hotel is clutch. So this bar was pretty chill..you know, you order your drink and sit at a table and act all sophisticated and artsy and crap like that…well thank god they had a big flat screen with a game on…however it was a basketball game…Oklahoma City vs. Pheonix…random..but it gave me something to do. It wasn’t really my scene at first..but I realized, it was probably going to be like this the whole semester, so I need to make my own party. Thank god someone felt the same way, Campbell..my sister….no really, she’s a tri-delt like me, and its greattttt. Shes pretty slutty, wicked fun and I always have someone to vent to…like when I keep getting emails regarding mixers at home that sound wicked awesome…but then we shake it off and remind ourselves…oh shit we’re in Italy living the dream. Anyways, so Campbell and I chilled and vented and then all of the sudden a big group of us were talking about friends from home and past relationships and hook ups and all that shit…I don’t know if it was the vodka and strawberry juice cocktails (which were awesome when you squeezed lemon in them..and when you complained that you couldn’t taste any alcohol…they’re pour you another shot for free…YAYERSSSS!! …I did that for each drink) but I started to get all sad and miss my friends from slu…did I tear up a little..yes, did I hide it really well…ya I did. And I’m known for crying every time I get drunk so this was a big step up.
Alright so after I got myself together, a bunch of us were just talking around the table and then all of the sudden a big group of Italian boys walked in…you’re probably thinking..OH MY GOD ALI THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Wrong. They were not hot..not my type at all..yes they were all Italian and met some of the requirements but they were small, didn’t look super athletic…they were all euro and crap like that (yes I understand I’m in Europe so they’re going to be like that..but where are all the big athletes!?!?) and I’m more of a big football player type. A bunch of the girls were like..OH MY GODDD…meanwhile I’m like..Oh. My. God. Barf. Ok so then Campbell winked at one…the one wearing a knit hat with a piercing on his lip….I know…I know…ugh. The hole was already dug so we had to socialize with them. And it wasn’t that bad…I don’t know if it was the next round of drink or maybe that one of them was pretty nice..(and happened to be the smallest…great seeing that I’m pushing 5’11” and I was wearing a heel that night….whatever) So we were talking with the guys, and the small one and this other one who was also really nice but his hair was just…another story..and he was really skinny. Ok but they taught us some Italian. I don’t want to say I’m a slow learner…but I was drunk so I wasn’t a sponge or anything with this Italian 101 lesson….after an hour I left knowing but one thing…peeacherry-somgthing something (spelled it wrong..i’m the type that spells it how it sounds) anyways I’m pretty sure the first part means nice to meet you..so I guess that good.
After some more Italian lessons and belting out the lyrics to “The Dog Days Are Over “ by Florence and the Machine (ya they play a lot of American music here) with Victor we made a quick getaway after Campbell started making out with the one with the hat and piercing…obviously I was looking out for my sister. So we grabbed each others hands and high tailed it back to the hotel.
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