Found My Husband!!

so this morning i met my husband. no big deal.
meet Johnny McEntee...

presh

6'3'' 225lbs and a greeeeeat build. he's a dreamboat.

 

he's got the sauce

 Goodlooking, dark hair, taller than me AND plays football. sign me up.

Plus he's funny. Take a look for yourself...

trick shots by my future husband, he's so charming

hookup alert

background check...a few weeks ago Victoria (super sweet, really nice, recent breakup from boyfriend) made out with Walker Texas Ranger (artsy soccer player from alabama who loooves the woman's body)

THEN...I recieved this on my blackberry this morning...
"One of the WB's, 60% sure it was victoria, drunkenly came into the boys room, confirmed made out, slept there but wasn't there at 6:30am this morning."
xoxo gossipgurl

Then tonight got this one...
"Victoria was/is super pissed at walker for lying about his hookup with someone (remaining un-named for now...stay posted for the reveal) last week."
(ps. hook was a full blown HOOK.UP.)
xoxo gossipgurllll


...so who is this mystery hookup that Texas Ranger had last weekend...juicyyyyy

coco-nutty...drop me a beat.

Blackout ali is alive and well. This past Saturday night was one of the best nights I’ve had since I’ve been here.

During the day  we visited Pienza and Montepulciano, aka the cheese and wine capitals of the world. So in Montepulciano besides having the best wine everrrrr, Twilight filmed a few scenes of the second movie there…you know when he’s shirtless and glittering in the doorway and shes running to him through the people dressed in red…ya. We spent the majority of our day eating a 4 hour lunch/ wine date in this amazing restaurant where the owner was sooooo nice and the food was amazing and the atmosphere was great and I just never wanted to leeeeave. By the time our bread and wine was brought out I was straight up in love with the owner and proceeded to ask him if he wanted to adopt us….he didn’t speak much English so had no idea what I was saying. But he told us to come back and go to a bar he owned…before I die I WILL go back to see him again. And Jord I’ll take you with me because then you can see  all the places that Twilight was filmed and see all the shrines they have for Twilight in all the restaurants and bars.

After dinner we walked around town looking for anything that was open…the downfall of “siesta”. We have formed the conclusion that Italians don’t really work. They wake up…hang out for a few hours, then go on siesta, then hang out more then go out. Love their work ethic. Ok ya so we were walking around and then were lured into this wonderful place that was giving out free samples…of food AND wine. Obviously we went in…for a while. We left with pockets full of biscotti and a bottle for the bus ride home…we asked when we bought the wine if she could open it for us…she did…and totally judged us…whatever.

Still feeling the wine from during the day we proceeded to drink all the wine we bought that day on the bus ride home. Best decision ever.

Oh and you know when you buy beanie babies…how they have their name, birthday and little rhyme about them on the tag. Well we found a “beanie boo” that had the same birthday as Dorothy so we had to buy it…and we did. And we proceeded to rap all the rhymes from all the beanie boos that we saw in the gift shop prior….over and over again.

I think I can still remember what our favorite one was

“some say that I’m a little monkey,

my legs are short and my body is chunkyyyyyy”

We loved this…so much that we made a beat for it and freestyled after we would yell it over and over again….oye.

Oh and throughout the day we had a few “Jacob incidents”. For all of you just tuning in, Jacob is one of the people working on the trip and half of the girls are smitten with him…probably because he’s the manliest man here…slimmmm pickins over in these parts. Anyways I try to see it, but I’m not sold on the idea of “how sexy he is” or “how hot his bod is”. Anyways I call him the diamond in the rough thinking maybe one day I’ll find him attractive…well as I was filming a video on the bus I was just being ali…loud ali…and didn’t realize the window was open…and omg I can’t even type the rest. Then we had a really awkward moment getting on the buses. I was team marco…

playing scratch offs....miss you rochelle

Pienza

HI WALKERRRR

view from  Montepulciano

family photo...so presh

Imi and her daughter Mia...my favorite photo of the day

the piazza that a scene from Twilight was filmed in
SEE JORD!

eat your heart out foodnetwork

Ok so we arrived back in Cortona. Time for fun.

After a quick trip to Molescini’s to buy dinner…consisting of chocolate and boxed wine we hiked up the mountain and got ready to start the nap. We power-napped, showered, got ready (for me consisted of putting in the hair extensions and caking on the bronzer…my amazing mother sent me a care package…complete with gold hoops and hair extensions…THANKS MOM) and started drinking. Once the boxes of wine were gone and everyone was dressed (that night everyone was dressed by Ashley for a “sculpture”) we headed for the Lions Well.

From what I can remember/what I've been told..

•       Dance dance like its your last last night of your life life
•       Drinks. Broke my glass.
•       Zane and a bunch of guys…asked them their age. ranged from 16-19. Jesus. High tailed it out of there
•       Peeing inbetween cars with Dorothy
•       Yelling “WE WANT DICK”
•       Shots
•       Tommy and Angela…doesn’t she have a bf…scandallllll
•       Fell off a table. So classy.
•       Fell off the table on Tommy and Angela. Whoops.
•       Time to go
•       Give a talk to Lexi’s date. “if she doesn’t make it home I’ll beat the shit out of you”
•       March up the hill
•    Yelling the entire time...with Dorothy.
•    Got back home. Fucked shit up Andrew Krieger style.
•    Throwing cheese. Breaking balsamic. (people here def dont think its funny like at St. Lawrence)
•    Talked to myself
•     Passed out

"the night has begun"

dancing queen

death for dorothy and i

tommy and angela...SCANDALOUSSSS
they've got potential

hey brooke, whose your friend?

i've been asking him to play "black and yellow" and  some kap slap since i've been in cortona...

lexi's new friend...they went home together.

NEXT MORNING... 

Woke up, thought I was dying....no recollection of the night before..

Day full of throwing up and getting motion sickness when I rolled over in bed. Yay hangovers….not.

Hearing about what I did the night before. Kewl.

Dorothy went deep in the heart of texas

All I want is a bacon egg and cheese from mcdonalds.

oh and God Bless Dorothy Zittel.

Karina can breath through her nose.

This girl has had the like flue slash BLACK PLAGUE for the last few weeks. I mean sick. I love her but she got me sick…slut. I love her. So anyways we’re celebrating. All though she still coughs and we worry she’s going to cough up a lung or barf on the spot. She ran into the room this evening and freaked out. We thought it was some juicy gossip. Nope. She covered her mouth and we waited in silence.

Then we realized…

SHE CAN BREATHE THROUGH HER NOSEEEE!!!!

Bitch is getting better. Ugh ohhhh, look out Lions Well!

Because I miss you...

Today is my bestfriend Andrew's birthday. He is 21 today...and as tradition holds on your 21st birthday...or at least at slu, I can bet you his day is going to be filled with getting iced, everyone yelling Happy 21st whenever they see him, and the occasional "DON'T DIE TONIGHT KREIGS!"..(which we all take semi seriously with kriegs...the thing about my bestfriends is that they all should of died of alcohol poisoning our freshmen year...) Ok anyways, now I'm just rambling and I'm semi delerious because some deathly illness is going around this friggin school over here and obviously I got it...again...cool. not. But  I know he wont see this but I'm going to write it anyway because I miss him a lot.

Dear Andrew,

Happy Birthday, I miss you a lot. I know you're going to have an awesome birthday surrounded by our idiot friends and I wish I could be there. Don't get hurt tonight, you're coming off of an embaressing injury already...I mean who has to go to the ER after playing pick up...and playing pick up with our friends. Come on. Hope you survive until I come home. Hope you have a lot of mind erasers and everyone buys you lots of drinks at the hoot. And I hope you have the best birthday ever!!

Miss you lots, love you more. (its true and you can call me whatever you want, but I know you love me too)

Happy Birthday Kriegs

Love, Ali 

ps. check your CMR this week

Me and Kriegs 

...and after just typing that and thinking about my friends I'm already crying because I miss them so much. awesome.

99 cent boxed wine and pockets full of snacks

This blog post I’m just going to write out in bullets. I’m really sick right now and don’t feel like writing it all out in a story. I’ll do it later if you really want. But here’s the outline of the night.

• Pregamming in room 8
• shit was poppin
• cameras were snappin
• 99 cent boxed wine
• best investment ever
• broke the bed
• in my defense, it was for a good reason...I was practicing my approach
• sex talk
• we're all lonely as hell
• almost cried talking about the jimmy's brothers
• background on the mac is me and the brothers at winter formal this year
•  I go through the picture talking about each one and how much I love them...
• I'm pretty sure this happens on a weekly basis..
• haven't even left the room yet, already almost crying...shit I'm drunk
• the ali we all know and love is back
• get to the bar
• shit I'm drunk
• flag down John Lucca
• pink drink extra sweet
• it was heaven...I had a lot of heavens
• met some canadians
• they were cool..we talked about hockey
• next thing you know I'm on top of a stool
• take a breather outside
• turns into me going into an alley, crying my eyes out and proceeding to leave a 5 minute voicemail on Kriegers phone telling him how much I miss him and how much I love the Jimmys Brothers
• back into the bar
• loving my life
• leave with some locals along with alexis and clare
• get back to the bar, dance some more
• realization
• I'm dunzo
• drunk texting
• so I guess I really like to drunk bbm everyone from slu and tell them how much I miss and love them..wow I'm cool
• Route 66
• snacks in pockets...yep
• dip included
• bolt
• pit stop on the way up the hill
• outside picnic...by myself
• Pass out next to heater in fetal position

Lions Well

Hey Campbell

my girl.

As you can see the night was a success.

All we want to do is take touristy pics...bling bling

So this weekend we took a trip to Pisa and Lucca…Pisa as in the leaning tower of, Lucca as in, not our bartender from the Lions Well. The bus left at 7am…we were pissed. So after about an hour of struggling to get ourselves together, Casey (our RA) frantically gets everyone whose left in the building out and down the hill…in this process we all felt that it was ok to stop and get some breakfast on our way out…ya I guess it wasn’t ok. When we got to the buses I quickly realized that the seating was made for human beings 5’5” and under. The over 2 hour ride was NOT fun, or comfortable…but I ended up passing out and missing whatever views we were seeing. I woke up to Marco talking to us over the loud speaker, he was in such a good mood that day.

As soon as we got off the bus we were greeted by warm sunshine and what looked like the Jamaican bobsled team trying to sell us “Bling Bling”. (We proceeded to run into them all day “mama you want some bling bling?”)

The first landmark we saw that day was a McDonalds train…I’m serious.

shoutout to america

So after a short walk to through what could only be described as the tackiest tourist crap ever (…I will admit I really want a tshirt or tacky sweatshirt…sue me. ) we finally arrive to the one and only leaning tower of pizza…next to some dome thing and a cathedral. For our Renaissance class we had to go tour the dome thing and then go through like an indoor/outdoor cemetery…after this Bailey and I were getting really antsy…all we wanted to do was take dumb tourist photos…you know the kind that you’re holding up the tower or pushing it over.

After another lecture about something…aka Bailey and I decided to be “artsy and hell” and take pictures of ourselves in the reflection of each others sunglasses…hers turned out good…mine was…not so much.

so artsy

FINALLY we were set free to do whatever we want…we sprinted to where all the Japanese tourists were (they always know what they’re doing when it comes to touristy stuff) and set ourselves up to take the best pics possible, ass seen below….

pretending to be japanese tourists

Mark Armstrong, this is for you.
POKE!

I'm actually this big.

sarah's so strong

so strong

chillen

After running out of ideas and just getting tired of balancing on top of whatever we were balancing on, we decided to walk through the markets. Sarah got a new pair of sunglasses, Bailey looked for a scarf but never found one that met her expectations and I got another thing for the townhouse…he said it was a tablecloth…but after I opened it up its more like a cloth poster…I bought it with some leftover dolla dolla bills from America so I was happy…oh and its not like a table cloth with flowers on it or anything like that, it’s got recipe for “Limoncello” on it and its covered in lemons…obviously I had to get it…Limoncelli, Limoncello(…it’s a sign I’m meant to be a bartender I think)

At the end of the markets we found a McDonalds (but it as soon as you walked in it seemed that it was named 1955..weird)…we went in. It was an experience. The menu items had some similarities, but I can promise you I will not be ordering a “chicken legend” anytime soon…they also served chicken wings, which I thought was weird…(I would kill for a plate of boneless hot wings and ranch…but I’m def not getting chicken wings from McDonalds) and they had a separate area called McCaffe….it was surprisingly impressive. A big layout of pastries and chocolate, a million different choices of coffee…oh and before we finish talking about this place…their bathroom was like…well I felt like I was at a nightclub…oh and they had a big giant cardboard cutout that said 1955 on it….it was weird…but Bailey and I still took a pic with it…as people stared.

Since I’ve been in Italia the best coffee I’ve had was from that McDonalds…true story. “Ba da da da daaaa, I’m Lovin’ it.”

we think we're cool...the lady next to us..she didnt

MCDONALDS

mcdonalds coffee next to the leaning tower of pisa
1 pt for America

Our day is far from over..Pisa..check (basically it has a market, the leaning tower and a McDonalds) next on our list is Lucca (known for an antique festival…we were lucky enough to miss it). After a short 30 minute bus ride where my lack of filter and amazing geographic knowledge (or lack of) had everyone entertained along with Bailey’s sugar high, we had arrived in Lucca. Oh and ps. On the bus ride Marco and I bonded some more discussing comics…(yes comics…whatever I went with it)

  I was ready to just get a glass of wine, some gelato and lay out all day…I didn’t get to do that…we started with a little lecture and then we were on our own. A bunch of us went out to lunch, where we all had pizza that touched our souls. Amazing. After enjoying our lunch outside while talking about all of the people walking past us (hopefully none of them knew American…er, English) we made a group decision that we all needed gelato.

so good

Lucky enough there was this AMAZING and CHEAP place right near us that had the creamiest gelato I have had since I’ve been here. I had…I think tiramisu and this chocolate amazement that had big chuncks of chocolate and some fruit on it…it was REEEEEALLY good.

Now my favorite part of the day came around…while we were all enjoying our gelato…we decided to lay out in the sun…I was so happy. As we napped on the stairs of this big important church (we had a lecture on it earlier), Dorothy and I proceeded to be sarcastic assholes about everything. I love this girl, I don’t know what I’d do if she wasn’t here. Literally, she is my savior. Oh and she bought this great gold and black ring at a vintage store that day. Before you know it Marco had shown up (yaaaaay!)

Marco is slowly warming up to us; while we were on the stairs still contemplating our next step in conquering Lucca he talked to us about his favorite comics, which one he reads, and then talked to us about his jacket…in detail; why he liked it, why he bought it, where he bought us. We’re basically like bestfriends now (ok not really but we’re taking our relationship slow…I want this to last..hahah)

After we part ways with Marco (sigh) we decide to go shopping…I bought a leather bag…again. But this one I needed. From a distance it looks black, but take a step closer and its really a dark deep rich brown. Its smaller, with silver accents…its great for going out with…which was what I was looking for. I needed a small crossbody bag that’s not gonna cramp my style if I’m dancing on a table or in a small area. Trust me, trying to break it down with a bigger bag…NOT FUN. Oh and I bought a belt…its alright, but I needed one.

food coma

While leaving the leather shop we ran into..i don’t even know…seemed like a protest/parade. During this catastrophe, Bailey and I were separated from the rest of the group and decided we might as well just go up to the park and people watch. Initially our plans included people watching while swinging, when a little girl took our swings (bitch..she saw us walking towards them) we decided to walk up this giant hill…when we got there it was a let down. Basically it was an old aquaduct/damn thing and like a bike path. We walked around a bit…there was basically a cliff where you could fall 2 stories…maybe it was higher…and break your legs on impact…ok I’m exaggerating but I was scared and couldn’t walk to the edge. Ok so we walked around, it was like a big bike path, bunch of people were there..all with little dogs. We came to 2 conclusions while we were at the park:

1.   in Italy little dogs are valued more than big dogs

2.   everyone is always so put together…even when they’re just going to the park (we saw an older woman running in a leather jacket..WHAAA?!?)

Our time in Lucca was dwindling, so on our way back to the bus we stopped, PAID to use the restroom...it was $0.60 for 5 minutes…which made me think, what if you were using it to hook up in and your 5 minutes ran out..would the door just open…we didn’t stay the whole 5 minutes to see what happened..the bathroom was pretty gross.

Before we got on the bus we got gelato again…it was a HUUUGE disappointment…it was basically flavored whipped cream…gross.

protest? parade? who knows

dangerous.

So there was the day in a nutshell…not so exciting. Now that we’ve settled down and gotten into some kind of routine our lives aren’t that juicey.

On the bus ride home I got all sentimental…(god I’m such a loser). I don’t know if it was the great views we were seeing as the sun set or the slow jam music I was blasting in my ipod, but I was all like (not out loud, just thinking) “omg I’m in Italy. Like this is where I live right now….shit.”