After the museum we headed to have lunch and I of course had my pick-me-up cappuccino. There seriously is nothing like a cappuccino in Italy, it's heaven on earth. Oh and so is pizza diavola....and carbonara...and pretty much everything here. After lunch Court and I wanted to go to the infamous Mercato Centrale to pick up some fresh veggies and fruits - we are making a point to eat more of these as we are starting to feel like we resemble the fusilli pasta that is our staple. Well, the market closes at 2 and we got there at 2:01, doh. We decided we'll go tomorrow.
Afterwards we just walked home and got ready for a night out on the town with our new friends Giada, Jessica, and Kate. We first went to dinner and then headed out to a couple bars on Giada's recommendations. Probably my favorite, but not for the typical reasons you would think, was this bar called Red Garter. Let me first preface this bar before telling you about our experience. Basically in all the tourist books of Italy they say Red Garter is a divey bar that students mostly frequent for karyoke and beer pong. The descriptions also mention that the bar can get pretty rowdy...which we were soon to find out was a gross understatement. So we walked in and immediately you hear blasting music and there is a huge crowd of people in the back room. Giada walks us back there and it's a huge mosh pit of college kids, probably under 20, belting out songs that are being sung by other kids on stage. We decided to sit at a picnic table away from the pit so we could watch the insanity unfold. Also, everyone seemed to be carrying around these drinks that I can only compare to the Call a Cabs you could get from Carson City, basically giant fruity drinks that have god knows what in them to make you act a fool. Think of when you've been to a bar and you see that one girl or guy completely embarrassing themselves and you start to think, man maybe I'm too old for this place. Well everyone at this bar was that person. I can't even count how many times we heard glasses breaking and people falling all over the place. It was actually highly entertaining and I'll tell you why in 4 reasons:
1. You can't help but feel better about yourself when going to a bar like this. Cause even if you aren't feeling 100% in your outfit, makeup, body, what have you, 9 times out of 10 you are going to look better then the people you see here (yikes that sounded mean, so I guess I'll just end it with my usual "but not in a bad way?")
2. There is nothing like hearing Zombie by the Cranberries come on and hearing 50 kids start screaming at the top of their lungs like they are actually at the Cranberries concert (though that is an awesome song, can't lie).
3. There is also nothing like hearing "Boom boom boom boom, I want you in my room" (for those of you who don't know this song it's a jumpy dance song) and looking over to see a girl dancing with bedroom eyes to a boy - who, by the way, we just saw rip off his shirt then lay on a table and proceed to fall off said table - as if she were dancing to a super sultry song, not poppy electronica.
4. When you see girls holding on to the grates of the stage and dancing to the guitar player (who I will give props to because he was great) emulating the greatest groupies ever, you realize that it might be time to go. But again, highly, highly entertaining and both Courtney and I know where to go when we need a laugh :)
We went to a couple more places and at one of the bars I saw a guy wearing a Redskins hat! I was so excited that I called him over and here is basically the dialogue:
Me: Hey you like the Redskins??
Him: The what?
Me: The Redskins...on your hat
Him: Oh yes, american football...
Me: Yes, do you know who they are?
Him: What? I don't speak Spanish
Umm what?? He was neither from the US nor did he know anything about football, why was he wearing a Redskins hat?? Kate proceeded to die laughing after she heard this and we just started to quote Anchorman incessantly for the next 5 minutes. "What? Baxter you know I don't speak Spanish...You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate a whole wheel of cheese? How'd you do that? I'm not even mad, that's amazing!" Ahh, a classic.
The rest of the night was just fun girl time and I loved hanging out with all of our new friends.
Saturday was pretty relaxing. We promised Giada we would visit her at work so we made good on our promise with the intention of going to the Market. But alas, when we told them of our plan they informed us that the market closed at 2 again. We thought it just closed for siesta, but no...wrong again. Ah well. We then went out for another fun night on the town the girls and Jacopo and I learned that I'm very bad at foosball (I'm also really bad at spelling it because I kept spelling it fuzzball and didn't realize it was wrong until right now).
I'm starting to really settle in and ponder what it would be like to stay a little longer than the 4 months I had originally planned...we'll see what happens. Our big trips start up next week right before CAROLINE COMES!! Then the bigger trips will commence, yay!
un abbraccio xo
Afterwards we just walked home and got ready for a night out on the town with our new friends Giada, Jessica, and Kate. We first went to dinner and then headed out to a couple bars on Giada's recommendations. Probably my favorite, but not for the typical reasons you would think, was this bar called Red Garter. Let me first preface this bar before telling you about our experience. Basically in all the tourist books of Italy they say Red Garter is a divey bar that students mostly frequent for karyoke and beer pong. The descriptions also mention that the bar can get pretty rowdy...which we were soon to find out was a gross understatement. So we walked in and immediately you hear blasting music and there is a huge crowd of people in the back room. Giada walks us back there and it's a huge mosh pit of college kids, probably under 20, belting out songs that are being sung by other kids on stage. We decided to sit at a picnic table away from the pit so we could watch the insanity unfold. Also, everyone seemed to be carrying around these drinks that I can only compare to the Call a Cabs you could get from Carson City, basically giant fruity drinks that have god knows what in them to make you act a fool. Think of when you've been to a bar and you see that one girl or guy completely embarrassing themselves and you start to think, man maybe I'm too old for this place. Well everyone at this bar was that person. I can't even count how many times we heard glasses breaking and people falling all over the place. It was actually highly entertaining and I'll tell you why in 4 reasons:
1. You can't help but feel better about yourself when going to a bar like this. Cause even if you aren't feeling 100% in your outfit, makeup, body, what have you, 9 times out of 10 you are going to look better then the people you see here (yikes that sounded mean, so I guess I'll just end it with my usual "but not in a bad way?")
2. There is nothing like hearing Zombie by the Cranberries come on and hearing 50 kids start screaming at the top of their lungs like they are actually at the Cranberries concert (though that is an awesome song, can't lie).
3. There is also nothing like hearing "Boom boom boom boom, I want you in my room" (for those of you who don't know this song it's a jumpy dance song) and looking over to see a girl dancing with bedroom eyes to a boy - who, by the way, we just saw rip off his shirt then lay on a table and proceed to fall off said table - as if she were dancing to a super sultry song, not poppy electronica.
4. When you see girls holding on to the grates of the stage and dancing to the guitar player (who I will give props to because he was great) emulating the greatest groupies ever, you realize that it might be time to go. But again, highly, highly entertaining and both Courtney and I know where to go when we need a laugh :)
We went to a couple more places and at one of the bars I saw a guy wearing a Redskins hat! I was so excited that I called him over and here is basically the dialogue:
Me: Hey you like the Redskins??
Him: The what?
Me: The Redskins...on your hat
Him: Oh yes, american football...
Me: Yes, do you know who they are?
Him: What? I don't speak Spanish
Umm what?? He was neither from the US nor did he know anything about football, why was he wearing a Redskins hat?? Kate proceeded to die laughing after she heard this and we just started to quote Anchorman incessantly for the next 5 minutes. "What? Baxter you know I don't speak Spanish...You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate a whole wheel of cheese? How'd you do that? I'm not even mad, that's amazing!" Ahh, a classic.
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| Kate and Jess posing so I could secretly take a pic of the hat |
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| foosball championship...that we lost terribly |
un abbraccio xo
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