BARCELONA IN 2 WEEKS, WHAAA??!!?

Sooooo 2 weeks from today I'll be on my way to Barcelona...OH MY GOD I KNOW!
I'm soooo excited I could die.
This means, I need to stop cheating on this no carbs for lent deal and look for some shorts and fun dresses.
All I want to do is lay on the beach...and get tan...and well...thats it.
Obviously we'll do other things but the image that will get me through the next two weeks is this:

I just wanna be there RIGHT NOW!! ...getting tan and meeting cute american boys on their spring break. hahaha

So...turnovers are a bad thing?

currently sitting with a record of 1-2, the St. Lawrence Womens Lacrosse Team WON THEIR FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON YESTERDAYYYY. WHAT UPPPP.
current record is as follows

Thu, 03/17/2011	UMass-Dartmouth	W: 18 - 5
Tue, 03/15/2011	Fredonia State	L: 13 - 12
Fri, 03/11/2011	#7 Cortland State	L: 14 - 8

At 11am this morning (AMERICAN...obviously) they take on Connecticut College....after talking with one of their veteran midfielders...aka my roommate Kendall Harty (number 14 on the roster) it looks like the girls of Connecticut College are going to wish they wore kneepads...or even coats of armor. Its about to be Harty Time...sorry Conn College...better luck next year.

number 14 on the roster, number 1 in my heart

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I fell in love in Italia...

    So this past weekend I went to Florence for the night to see my sorority sister Margaret Espositoooooo, my friends Alexis and Victor came with me and it was hands down the best weekend yet.

    We started off our weekend in Orvieto where I had some awesome buys and a great lunch. I loved Orvieto, I think I’m going to go with my parents when they come in April. Ok anyways, we left Orvieto early and took a train to Florence. We got there and at the train station, knee brace and all was my girllll Mags. We ran to each other, hugged for a loooong time, cried a little then made introductions. Alexis and Victor are just amazing and get along with everyone…same as Mags, so immediately we all became the 4 Muskateers. We went straight to our ghetto ass hostel….in the ghetto, and checked in and changed. Alexis and I had bought bottles of wine in Orvieto so we drank those before we went out to dinner. After a day of my new “no carbs for lent diet” I was already feeling great by the time we got to dinner.

On our way to dinner we saw the HOTEL DE INNOCENCE (which we totally learned about in Art History) which we freaked out a little about…we were looking for this amazing pizzeria but instead we found a nice little place near the water. Once at dinner we shared hilarious stories of studying abroad over more wine, and then proceeded in our mission to find a gay bar for Victor. I lost the bet and went up to what seemed like a gay couple from Italy…they were not from Italy and lets just say it was as awkward encounter…whatever.

love them

lost the bet...

    After dinner we wandered and found the first bar, where Mags had a Long Island Iced Tea that was stronger than Nate Howard during spring lift. So after we left that bar in our mission to find “YAG” we rode a carousel, got gelato and explored the nightlife of Florence…baller.

FINALLY we found YAG!!! Yayersss. We walk in…Christina Aguilera’s Dirrty was blasting with the music vid playing on the back wall, blue lights everywhere…along with tight jeans, fohawks and these wonderful red frozen mixed drinks. After getting settled in, we were on a mission to find Victor a suitor. Once we found a contender…who didn’t speak English, Alexis and I were confident enough in our 5 weeks of beginning Italian to translate for them…fail. Then we met this wonderful boy Filipo…I loved him…and we danced the night away to Lady Gaga and Rupaul…winning.

    After Margaret made it known that SHE was ready to be hit on by guys, we parted ways with Victor and went to find another bar. After a few blocks of walking we found a pub that seemed promising…which it was. We walked in, and were greeted immediately by 3 handsome young men from New England…one of them looking just like my friend Brendan McCarthy. After we made introductions and met another nice American, I went into shock and nearly cried…there infront of me on a flatscreen…was ESPN AMERICA…AND SPORTSCENTER WAS ON!!!! Once my body wasn’t in shock anymore, I posted up infront of the screen for nearly an hour…inconveniently these way too skinny and euro Italians started to hit on me and I tried my best to tell them that the next day was selection Sunday and I needed to catch up on the games. After Margaret and Alexis pulled me away from the tv we left that bar to go to another bar with Margaret’s new American friend Jared…who was very nice. Once we got to yet another blue light euro bar, we proceeded to go straight to the dancefloor…where more creepy Italian men appeared. Eventually there was one that wasn’t so easy to get rid of…however out of no where our 3 american boys appeared and Margaret immediately told them that they needed to help me get away from the jacked creepy Italian wearing a little scarf…ew. Once we all made it outside we got to know the Americans better, and they were soooo nice. After awhile of calling Johnny, Brendan (because he looked JUST LIKE HIM) he was getting frustrated…also because I had jumped ship to get to know Chris better….besides Chris was taller than me. So after Brendan (Johnny) and Alex went to go back to the other bar, Chris stayed behind with me because guess who wandered away again….Alexis. Eventually we found her and we all went back into the club until it closed…then we lost Alexis again…so we waited outside the club until everyone had left. While we were waiting/periodically yelling he name in hopes she would appear, the cutest thing EVER happened. So all night we saw these indian guys that would walk around with giant bouquets of roses to buy…and I was telling Mags earlier how I wished I was here with someone that would buy me a flower…well Chris bought me a flower, hahaha soooo cute. I died.

    Anyways we ended up finding Alexis, we all had a great night and I wish I had given him my number the next day but I wasn’t thinking…anyways, he was a dreamboat. 6’3”, from Boston, has a pilot license, played lacrosse, went to Umass Amherst, winner. Maybe I’ll see him again someday…

So that morning, hungover, unshowered and still reliving last night in our minds while sharing stories (oh ps. We accidently left Victor waiting outside the hostel for 3 hours…he had no key. When we turned the corner to our hostel to find him sitting on the street, Alexis broke out into a drunken sprint to him…Chris followed...and I stayed behind and laughed until I cried) we went to McDonalds, ate everything we could and then said our goodbyes because we needed to catch a train.

(bought our tickets 4 minutes before the train left…we’re G’s)

easy like sunday morningggg

saying goodbyes

so those were the highlights…want more deets. 

Get at me yellow room.

my baby's got sauce

This is my roommate Ken. She plays Lacrosse. I'm committing myself to being the best Saints Lax fan from 6,000 miles away...I just need to learn what a turnover is....along with everything else.
Hey its a process.
They had their season opener today at SLU...they played Cortland..but lost. Whatever, Cortland is nationally ranked 7 in the country. Cortland was good, but Kendall Harty is better.
I just feel bad for Fredonia come Tuesday...
Go. Saints.

Harty Time. 

MISS YOU KENNNNNNN!!!!!

Lent...

ok so I've lost all will power and have been eating and drinking entirely too much...and I feel like a tank. And...in 3 weeks I'll be on the beaches in Barcelona...SO I've decided to give up carbs....yes carbs, and most meat for lent. That means no pasta, no bread, no pizza, and no meatballs. You may think I'm crazy because I'm in Italia, but...we're going to try it and see how it goes.
...my staples are probably going to include veggies and blood oranges...wish me luck.

...However I am allowing myself to have gelato and chocolate once in awhile.

WISH ME LUCKKKKKK

"YOU'RE 21!....I'M 21!!"

I'm officially 21. Therefore one of the first things I will buy when I land in America (besides chicken fingers and fries) will be alcohol. yayerssssss.
My birthday fell on a perfect day...Tuesday, aka FAT TUESDAY, aka CARNIVALE..and oh ya it was "The Day of The Woman" in Italy as well...ya it was crazy to say the least...
We started celebrating on Sunday...as seen in earlier posts, but it picked up on Monday evening where at dinner everyone sang to me, blew out candles, got a little cake...all that stuff (you're probably wondering...wait your birthday was Tuesday, why are they singing to you on Monday...well on Tuesdays and Thursdays we get fruit for dessert...lame I know...so they sing to you on days when dessert is served...i mean no ones wants a candle in an orange am I right? ....actually I'm currently obsessed with blood oranges so I wouldn't of midned) Ok so everyone sang...cute. Then at midnight Monday night, while I was finishing up my metals project (BEING SUCH A GOOD STUDENT MOM!) all of my roommates and friends came in with a cake and candles singing happy birthday, it was sooooo nice. Like these people here made my birthday the shit. I love them. like LOOOVE THEM. So on Tuesday, the actual day of my birthday I got more cakes from Dorothy and candles and more people sang to me...and everybody was just so awesome and then WE ALL WENT OUT.

love this girl

Since it was carnivale and shit, everyone was dressed ridiculously and painted their faces and it was awesome. I wore my helmet..and had Texas Ranger and Lexi paint my face...
**Oh and as Tommy watches me write this over my shoulder, I would like to say that although I did not go to dinner that night (stayed home to study for my midterm mom) he had bought me cakes and wine and was going to surprise me...AWWW THANKS TOM!**
OK so after pregaming and face painting it was time to get to the Lions Well....and with Karina and I's luck, on our way there we ran into Jacob...great.
When we finally arrived at the Lions Well it looked like Halloween on E....it was insane. EVERYONE was dressed up, and in really good costuemes. Before I could order my first shot, the entire room errupted in "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU...." like seriously these people made my brithday the bomb. I wish they went to slu. Ok so anyways, after making it known to everyone that it was my birthday it was time for shot....after shot....after shot....one with tommy, one with casey, one with dorothy, one with karina, one with alexis...one with the bartender....

friends....

she made my night

my 21st birthday 

then I woke up the next morning...still drunk...having to go to a meeting with our RA Casey and Jacob...with wet laundry all over my room. Eventually Mr. Hangover appeared.
Throughout the day I proceeded to feel like death and managed to dry heave for nearly 7 hours....through my Art History midterm as well. Great.

THANKS FOR A GREAT 21st EVERYONE!

"it's your birthday!...no its not...WELL WE'RE STARTING IT NOW!"

so this past Tuesday...Fat Tuesday, Day of the Woman, Mardi Gras, MY BIRTHDAYYYY was epic.

We started celebrating my milestone birthday on Sunday...as we proceeded to wake up 3 hours late (to find that Alexis had peed the bed again) and missed our first train, we decided to take a cab to Camucia, and while waiting for the next train, we stopped at a bakery/bar...thats literally the only way I can describe this magical place. While Alexis and Karina were fighting hangovers, we figured that we should start drinking immediately to get them drunk and get rid of the hangover...so we ordered "SPECIAL MIMOSAS"...and they were the shit.

on the taxi ride to Camuciaaaaa

MY FIRST BIRTHDAY PRESENT!

special mimosas...round 2...with less than 10 minutes till our train

As we enjoyed our morning mixed drinks and some expresso, Alexis went up to pay so we could leave (seeing that we were a few blocks away from the station and our train was arriving in less than 10 minutes...we needed to haul ass)....the logical thing would to be to pay and walk to the station...instead, we turned around to see the bartender making 4 more mimosas....Alexis ordered another round. It is now 10:44am and our train is supposed to arrive at 10:50am. As Karina looked at her watch yelling "GUYS WE NEED TO GO" we did what anyone else would do; Grabbed the drinks, chuggled them at the bar (while everyone else was calmly drinking espressos and families were enjoying breakfast...), and proceeded to run out screaming "GRAZIE, CIAO!!!"
Once we hit the street it was go time...actually it was 10:47am. shit. we had 3 minutes.
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!
So on a lazy Sunday morning in the peaceful town of Camucia, 4 american girls, now a little drunk, proceeded to spring 4 blocks to the train stations cheering eachother on to run faster.
We made it. exhausted. out of breath. thinking we were going to yak. After realizing we were on the wrong side of the tracks, we quickley ran to the other side just in time to catch the next train to Florence...

....where are we going?

(I should probably tell you that we were on our way to Florence to see a "futbol" game for my birthday...I was in need of seeing hot, athletic men running around.)
So as we got onto the train (with no tickets not knowing what stop to get off on) we felt as though we could conquer the world..then we got exhausted and passed out for an hour. We awoke, saw a bunch of people wearing jerseys at one of the stops on the outskirts of Florence, read some signs that matched the info we had written on Dorothy's cigarrette carton (so classy) and decided to get off....our instincts were right...we had gotten off at the stop 1 block away from the stadium. YAYERSSSSSS!!! (oh and we got there for free because no one came to check tickets...score)
We get off the train and got a second wind. WE ARE HERE IN FLORENCE ABOUT TO GO TO OUR FIRST "FUTBOL" GAME!!! what up. shout out to Brian Abernethy, he's so proud I went to one.
Ok so as much as we wanted to run and buy purple stuff as soon as we got off the train, we had to buy tickets...obviously we bought the cheapest ones...which were in the bleachers...with all of the young drunk guys who wave flags and scream songs and throw things...perfect. After we bought tickets we went to go get lunch...consisting of large beers and small bowls of pasta.
Next thing you know we had 15 minutes to gametime. We ran to a stand, bought some cheap ass 5 euro jerseys...number 10 Mutu, Muta...something like that...put them on and went into the stadium.
After being served free redbulls and buying overpriced beer we were feeling AMAZING...walking into the stadium we were like "OH MY GODDDD"

MENNNNNNNNNN

There we were, surrounded by MEN, TESTOSTERONE, BEER, YELLING, SPORTS...OMG IT WAS ABOUT TIME. We noticed the teams warmed up and stretching...forget finding out seats, there we stood with our faces up against the glass staring at some of the hottest men I've ever seen.
After wiping the drool from our mouths we decided it was time to find out seats. After we found out seats(...ok not really we just walked to the bleachers, found the largest spot of open seats and sat down...success) started to get into it...taking pictures, screaming anything, making friends and playing "Hot or Not" (one of my favorite passtimes at Dana).

alexis...and security

Ok so whatever the game went on, Dorothy started getting annoyed with the lame american girls behind us complaining about everything and not drinking beer...all while judging us. So we judged them back and then before you knew it, our boy Muto, Muta, Mutu..WHATEVER, well the hot guy, number 10 (THE GUY ON OUR JERSEYS) scored two out of the three goals Florence got so we were OFF THE WALLS. It was GREAT.

I <3 Fiorentina as well

Then before you knew it, the game was over...we left, got gelato, went to the train station and WE FOUND TOMMY!!!!
Tommy, mr. have to have a plan for everything, woke up on time, got on the train we were all supposed to be on, was there infront of our eyes dressed in purple and we WERE SOOOO EXCITED TO SEE HIM. We had been screaming "TOMMY" all day hoping to find him somewhere. We were screaming Tommy during the game and even got people around us to start yelling Tommy...it was great. So ya we found Tommy, bombarded him and starting telling him all about our day, blah blah blah, got on the train ride home and passed out. Next thing you know we were back in Camucia.
Oh and on our way back to the train, Dorothy and I found a helmet in the middle of the road...no bike, no person...just the helmet....we brought it home with us....and we now wear it when we go out. (As seen in my current profile picture HERE)

modeling my new helmet

I think I was delerious or my hangover was starting to kick in....but by the time we were on the busride home to Cortona...I felt like I was on another planet...Tommy has a video...I have yet to see it...
Ya so that was only the beginning of the best birthday EVER.