I'm exhausted. This summer partying bit is a new experience to me. I thought we went pretty hard in San Diego but then, aside from the fact that the academic rigors only permit one such night for absolute lunacy, the American curfews also enforce a reasonable limit to pushing yourself as hard as you can. We were at an Irish pub last night that was airing the taped Laker-Kings final, which all the students in the program were really excited about. Not one of us gave a damn about the Italy-Ecuador World Cup game that had rendered Italy totally useless for the whole morning. But we were disappointed that the basketball game, being taped, had that fuzzy quality that distinctly took all the real-time excitement out, and then without sound, it was just a bunch of men in blue and white passing a ball around. After a few drinks everybody headed over to Yab, a hip hop club only open on Mondays. It was "Smoove" night which I thought was pretty cool. It was actually a fantastic club and among the best establishments I've ever been to. Some of the New York students said that it reminded them of the scene back at home; and understandably so, since a lot of the people there were international students or Americans who were desperately trying to get their hip hop fix. Americans are the procreators of true hip hop. The place went absolutely crazy when Tupac's "California Love" came on and I swelled up with West Side Pride. Halfway around the world, it felt pretty damn good.
So I didn't amble home until 5:00 AM, with a couple of the boys from Arkansas who were going the same way. I guess Southern chivalry didn't die with the Civil War because one of them made absolutely sure that I got into my building, and he wouldn't budge while he waited patiently several streets away for my figure to retreat inside.
This morning I could barely scrape myself out of bed and was thoroughly annoyed by the traffic and tourists on the grueling walk to school. It's becoming a real pain in the ass and I miss the cush interior of my Tacoma. I like to travel in solitude and in an enclosed area. Class was incomprehensible until I imbibed a combination of water, Coke, and an espresso. After school, on a whim, I bought more pastries and cookies than I should have, which doesn't improve the carbohydrate stacking problem, but if I space out the consumption, it will actually be a good solution to another problem of persistent afternoon hunger. I had a Torta di Nonna (grandmother's cake) which is perhaps my favorite Italian pastry. I also really like the Pesca (a peach donut like thing).
I miss the gym desperately. I miss Whole Foods. I miss the layers and layers of bedding on my luxurious bed at home. But aside from these 3 things, I am still sitting pretty in lovely Florence.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:34 AM
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