February 2

So this morning Becky says we are two peas in a pod, but I don’t like much being a pea. Rather I feel we should be two grapes on a bunch. Becky enjoys the idea and then suggests that we should be two squished grapes made into wine so we age well and taste better… and that’s when I know we are in Italy.

Last night I attempted to go out and boy what a fail that was. There was a whole group of us pregaming at our house. We went over to Astor, which is literally a one minute walk from our place and of course it was filled with Americans. I danced for a little in the middle with everyone but the second Soldier Boy came on and this guy “supermaned” into me I had it and Becky and I were out of there. We wandered the streets and found this pub called The Stone Oven, which was amazing! Basically all Italians and it was a real pub, Irish flags and all. Only they were playing reggae, but of course with my Rasta roots that made the experience all the more amazing. We hung out there for a bit and will definitely be back. We even saw DG (in Greek letters) in the bathroom. I wonder if a certain someone named Ariana had something to do with that. :)