The Workermonkey

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Florence 3 days, Venice 2 days, Amsterdam next week. 

# posted by DJ Booze Piñata @ 11/16/2004 05:11:00 PM

I tried putting up a post yesterday while me and matt were doing laundry. There was this weird alliance between the laundrimat near the hostel, the internet cafe, and some indian food joint. (talk to matt and he'll rally against it as a rip-off cartel.) My 20 free minutes ran out while the blog was posting....processing......processing.........LOGOFF. Damn!!

So we left Roma this morning and took a train to Florence. Beautiful city. Bella. For some reason i like it much better than Rome, although it was pretty tight there. Smoothly continuing with the 'one big party' theme of the last hostel, we got borderline-blackout wasted on both nights we were there. The wine flows cheaply and....well, cheaply. Think like 2 dollar bottle-style. Like every person had a bottle in hand. Last night we went off to 'a bar'. Ambiguity was fine with me at that point. This group of 20 of us gets drunkedly split down the middle as we stumble at different paces, respectively. That's where i lost chump. So i wound up with a bunch of Romans at a different bar and finally tried the infamous Absinthe. I didn't hallucinate (the makers of absinthe took the hallucination-inducing ingredient out of it) but damn is it strong! I was literally still drunk until halfway through the train ride into Florence this morning. My camera had no batteries (which indicates it was dropped), but once i replaced them i was able to see what happened during the last few hours of the night. The pictures were incoherent. There were crooked shots of a shadow on the ground, someone's back, and strangers taken by surprise. Then there was the one of me looking as if i was kissing some girl in the bathroom. That only raises more questions.
Who the fuck took the picture? I'm still a little perplexed by that one.

During the night before that like 8 of us got temp-booted from the hostel lounge because we were playing music and being loud. So we went to the train station/shopping area and got booted from there too, except by cops this time. According to matt we were sitting in the boarding area for one of the trains and singing. We win! Eat it, Italia.

All the travellers we meet are just awsome, but i like the Australians the best. For some reason there's alot of them around, and they're just peachy. I'm trying to memorize some slang to bring back to the states to use. Example: instead of sketchy, they say 'dodgy'. I keep making fun of the Canadians, too. 'So how do you feel about Canadia being our bitch and stuff?' They actually agree with me (in thier trademark concilliatory attitudes.)

Oh yeah, and the sights are cool too. Very very impressive. We visited Vatican City yesterday. Everything was all gold-guilded and marble. In St. Peter's basillica they have fragments of the original crucifix. And they're cut into the shape of a cross. And embedded into much larger gem-studded crosses made entirely of crystal. I just kept imagining the type of holy explosion an angel would make if you turned one into a war weapon.

2 comments

so did you find barone?

By  ron, at Tuesday, November 16, 2004 9:58:00 PM  

i found matt again the next morning. when i got the bar we all thought we were going to, there seemed to be a few people missing. Macunas is a light weight so he gets lost and perplexed easily. iàm not sure what happened that night but i spent about 10 minutes doing some sort of fake sports telecast with these two austrailians who had a video camera. i was drunk and when i realised they were wearing their own version of beer gogles (plastic 6 pack rings with dental floss) the entire night i put down another guinness and escorted a nice aussie back. thats where time disapears.

By  Supreme Monkey Overlord, at Wednesday, November 17, 2004 3:31:00 AM  

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