Huckin it International Style

So I had my first vomitting experience last night. We went out to this bar called the Lions Head, thanks Hill, and it was a lot of fun. We went there to watch the futbol match and ending up getting wasted. We got a bit lost running around the city looking for different bars but ended up at this pub, which in foreign countries means an American bar. Drinks are expensive as one would expect but the atmosphere was pretty solid.

We started drinking at dinner by splitting a nice bottle of white wine, i know kind of gay but we had pasta and so we got the white instead of the red. At dinner we met the owners of the bar and they were really friendly. The head chef makes the best cow intenstine in the world apparently so we had to try it. And now that Im thinking about it that was definitely in parts of the chunks later in the evening, horray for me. It was really good and I definitely suggest it to those of you who havent tried it yet. So had a baby buzz going into the bar and so we get some cocktails during the game.

At the bar its clear that there a lot of americans there and most of them are college kids studying aboard. One group next to us were all from UNC and they seemed like they were having a good time. Not too interested in Jay and myself cuz i guess a lot abroad groups get really clicky and i can see why, although I would like to think that Rimjob and I can hang with any group but whatever. However, the group had one cat who was obvsiously wasted even though he would disagree. Hes a junior whose already on his second study abroad program so we were guessing he has cash and he was the only one in his group realy drinking. He ordered himself a car bomb and decided to sip on it which is always a poor choice. So towards the end of the game a bunch of people start coming into the bar including our two new friends the lovely Sarah and her friend. (Jay was more interested in her and I was getting drunk so her name isnt as important right now, but if I had to guess I would say Lindsey.)

So Jay has the great idea to order a round of shots of tequila but not for me I got Jack. And I had the great idea to finish off my Guiness before taking the shot. Of course Im in the moment and trying to impress these new beezies, who were both very cute btw, and I take the shot. Right before I take the shot I feel a bit funny and I tell Jay, "This isnt going to be good" and it wasnt. I instantly feel like Im going to vomit and Im just praying that I can hold it in. But my stomach gets the best of me and I have a mouth full of pasta, jack, guiness, and cow instestine in my mouth. Luckily I keep it there till I vomit all over the sink in the bathroom.

I just forgot I have to be somewhere so I finish this l8r, srry

So now Im back and running on 4 hours of sleep again, gotta love this city. So yeah I vomitted a lot but I still had to keep my game face on. So I throw some water on my face to help keep my compsure but everyone knows that I just vomitted and I actually had some on my pants and shoes, but this did not discourage me from still trying to have a good time. This whole puking and rallying thing is new to me and I think I like it.

So we have some more drinks and chat these ladies up. They end up being really fun and from South Carolina. Turns out her name is Lindsey so point for me. Around 2 or so we decide to go home cuz we have to be up at 7 for another action packed day with the Searles. So we leave the bar and immeditely realize that we have no fuckin clue where we are. Thankfully Jay has a map, he would, and we are able to navigate our way home. By we I mean Jay. I was a complete shit show and was absolutely no help to my compadre, at least I provided some comedy for him. So we get to bed around 2:30 and fuckin crash. For the first time this trip and for the first time in a long while my alarm wakes me up. I had no idea why it was going off and I just keep turning it off. After about 10 minutes I realized that I needed to get up and thats when I remembered I drank last night and that today was going to be a long day.

And it was. Im going to put yesterday on this same blog cuz I drank most of my creative title brain cells away last night. So we went the Ufizi which is some famous museum and that was whatever. Jay and I were strug a ling the whole day. We blew threw the museum and saw the important shit and headed back to the hotel for a siesta and what not.

Flashforward to the night. We told the lovely southern ladies to meet up with us at the same bar at 11. Of course Jay and I had no idea how to get back to that bar but we figured it out and only made one wrong turn. They were actually there, so I guess they appreciated the puke and rally? and they brought with them some other dudes who were really cool. So we latched on with their abroad group and started throwing them back.

The bartender from the night before, Mikel (sp), was off duty this night and he decided to take us under his wing for the night. Awesome dude and of course all the ladies were all over him. We took a bunch of shots and then headed to another bar called JJs which was legit. They have this deal, which we missed, where you can use US dollars as if they were Euros. Thanks for telling us about that deal Hillary, NOT. Got some more drinks and somehow I didnt feel drunk and all and I was throwing them back, thats apparently what happens when you have a full meal before you go out and dont preparty (take note Matthew). So then Mikel takes us to yet another bar that has this hidden downstairs area with a legit bartender and we got discounts on all the shots. So as Im blowing through Euros at this bar fuckin Mikel gets on stage with his buddy and they start signin all the great drunk songs. Out of nowhere too. It was awesome and we drank and sang our favorite American drunk songs.

Then it was time for the discotheques, and yes they call their clubs discotheques. Clubs in Europe are apparently strip clubs, which we didnt find unforuntely. So we all think that Space Electronica is the place to go and it seemed fun from the outside. But Mikel being the savy discotheque man that he is takes us to this place called Twice. This place is down some dark ally hidden away, total locals only kind of place. We were told we could have only gotten in if we knew somebody and we did. Not sure if they made that up to sound cool but it worked. Got some more drinks and started dancin my ass off, by myself of course. The two girls in our group were wasted and found their respective gentlemen but I had a great time. I asked any attrative girl to dance but they werent going for it. I cant compete with the Itallion Stallions and that blows. But they were playing get clubs songs like Jay Z, Bigge, and what not. We stayed there till like 3 and decided to go to Space Electronica cuz it was next to our hotel. And again we stumble back and by now we got the drunk stumble down to a science.

We get there and its empty. Every person left looks like a highschooler or someone strung out on drugs. It looks like it could have been really fun if crowded and wasted, but I guess any club could be. It was cool having a somewhat authenic Florence experience though.

Get home around 4 and fuckin crash. I woke up at 9 to the knocking of Jays dad at the door. We had to pack and get ready in like 15 mins to go a museum that we just finished like an hour early.

Well Im tired and now I have to go hang out with the entire Searles family for a week. They seem really cool but I have other priorities like sleep, water, and sleep. I know that wasnt anything epic but the stories will come. Now we are off to Tuscany for a week which should be lovely. Not sure if I have internet but I can always check emails on Jays dads phone but sending them is a bitch. Feel free to send me an emial with your life goings.

livin large

alex

Going Break Side

So apparently the Romans and Greeks DID NOT have computers when constructing their temples or at least that is what our tour guide said. I have my doubts but shes the one getting paid the big bucks.

Sorry for the lame intro but the last few days have been really touristy and relaxing. Im not complaing but we havent been able to do the activities that provide the best storiest but Ill do my best to embellish and make my life seem more intesting than yours.

So we went to this amazing town called Taormina. Its one of those places you at for the first time and decide that you want to retire there, at lesat I did. But i dont know any Italian so well see. The town is set on the Eastern Side of Sicily. Jays parents decided to set the bar by getting us rooms at this 5 star hotel. You know one of those hotels that you can take any chic to and she pretty much has to.

Tons of shopping in the downtown area so Jay and I bought some Italian tall boys and roamed the streets. 2 euros for 2 beers you cant beat that, I mean we pretty much had to. This was a much more touristy town than the previous ones so we were seeing a lot more americans and that means traveling high school chix, but dont worry Adri im still good. Also there has been a bit of heat wave which means two things: Im getting a great tan and a lot of women are wearing white clothing. Not sure if girls know but most white clothing is see through. Its definitely made the trip much more enjoyable.

On the flip side, because of the hot weather all these euro dudes are sporting less clothing than the females at the pools. Homeboys are not afraid to strut their stuff. At any given moment Im wearing more clothing than the three dudes next to me minus Rimjob. But the pool was still able to provide beautiful scenary and a great bar. I tried a new drink called a Planters Punch. If you like rum check it out. Tim get on it. Sorry that i dont link anything and make the blog cool and professional but these keyboards are too euro for me and I really dont care about you people that much.

Also, driving in these small towns blow. Signage is horrible and covered by trees. And it seems like every road was built during the times of Casear. Not sure if any of you are history buffs like I am, but there were no cars during Ancient Roman times. So every road can maybe fit one car so obviously they put two cars. Also these towns are hilly as shit to protect themselves from attacks from the Carthaginians who apparently are still a threat. Basically dont drive in Italy is what im trying to say.

Well thats all the internte time I bought for today so Ill write to you cats l8r. Remember to keep my updated on the whats up of the US.

livin large

Alex

Not Goin Big

so its been a while but im still on this shitty keyboard. i havent been able to get to a computer so i appologize if i havent been able to fix your need in the last few days.

since i last posted not a whole has happened but im begining to see a lot things that make the european culture unique. first off, anything a male european dude does would be considered gay in america. im not saying i agree with that but that would be the general consensus among most americans. here are a few examples:

dudes riding vespas
dudes sharing vespas
dudes wearing capris
dudes wearing capris sharing a vespa

i tend to approve of most of their clothing choices but thats just me. however i would never wear capris, never. also, there is a major trend towards orange pants around this part of the world. so much so that jay and i have made it a game to point it out whenever we see them. guys also only wear clothes that fit and fit very firmly. it doesnt matter what kind of body these guys have or how old they are or what time of day it is, they all wear tight clothing and more power to them.

the women are still beautiful, and still a step below the ladies of the pnw.

jay and i have been tossing the scab disc everywhere. scabultimate is getting more cultured by the day. also i have a strong feeling that most of the towns we are going to have never seen a disc before so we must be looking cool and like total foreigners. our long shorts, discs, and lack of cool sunglasses make us look like total outsiders but we are working on that. we did buy some redickulous sunglasses for 2 euros. speaking of trying to fit in, we went to a nice local beach on the southern part of sicily yesterday and today, and we didnt see any boobies. ive been to beaches in egypt, france and greece and i always see some boobies. even if its old chics i still see boobies, but no not in sicily. guess they didnt get that memo. it really put a damper on the whole beach experince but its still be fun. the water is amazing and the sun is perfect, my thighs have never looked whiter.

some interesting things that have happened:

we heard some american bands on the radio like - green day, bon jovi, seal, and the darnkess. its good to see that americas finest have penetrated europe.

our tour guide said today while driving " dont worry, you wont die today."

italy lost in euro cup and i have never seen a group of people more upset and dejected in my life and im a red sox fan.

i still havent gotten laid

well that is all i have got for now. im sure there is stuff im forgetting and i appologize for improper grammar and what not. tell people about my blog and make sure to make comments to i can pretend to hear your beautiful voices. but dont tell people who arent down for boobies and other alex related things.

livin large,

alex

Traveling

so after 3 flights, some booze and 22 hours of traveling we made it to Sicily. We had one delay in Rome but all is well. im typing on some crazy euro keyboard so bare with me. Londons airport is really nice because they just added a new terminal which we were in.

here are some sweeping generalizations about brits based on my only experience with them. veyr nice people, clean airport, and people who wouldnt expect to have a british accent but do are really cool and a lot more attractive. i get really stomach sick after the flight which was due to the free booze and lack of sleep, so we got a beer in airport. got a nice pint of stella for over 6 dollars. another fun fact is that scab ultimate has now had a disc thrown in london. rimjob and i threw for about 10 mins at one of the gates displaying our impressive disc skills to brits. also we ran into some kids from santa cruz who live with frisbee kids so we chatted them up. small word, eh. i have very little access to proper puncutation so i would have put a question mark there.

so when i was in london i starting feeling really homesick and what not and starting missing certain people a lot, but then i got to italy and that went away. italian women are beautiful, almost all of them. they are almost as good looking as the ladies from the PNW. another thing about italians is that they know how to dress. there was one person in sandals and maybe 3 in tshirts. i was wearing shorts and sandals the whole time. everyone was wearing pants and collared shirts, literally everyone. also, pastel colored pants are really in but i couldnt display my true colors due the limited amount of clothing i brought. so basically we really stuck out. so jay and i did the most heterosexual thing we could think of and shared some gellato. we also found a spot in the airport to throw for a little bit, you know just trying to make scabultimate global. we had a lovely 4 hour layover in Rome which was complimented nicely by a 1.5 hour delay. we got to sicily and they lost our bags. in reality they were just in a different part of the baggage claim that we did not know about. you would think the international section of the airport would be traveler friendly but i guess not.

so apparently the palermo airport is not in palermo. so we take one of the crazier taxi rides our lives to the hotel. jays dad told us the taxi should be around 50 euros. our driver had a magical fare calculator that could grow exponentially. when we arrived the thing said it should be around 80 euros. jay got him down to 55 euro by offering to pay 70, no idea how it works it just did. so we get to the room around 1 am the next day and hit the hay. elevator technology has not yet reached this hotel and so its about as big a swig stall. thats all for now cuz i cant stand this keyboard anymore.

livin large

alex

Getting Started

Hello People-

Never thought I would be a blogger, but here I am. I'm not a terribly good writer but I enjoy talking so hopefully this is a good medium. We leave Wednesday, June 18th, @ 4:00 for Europe. I'm going to try to get up on this thingy as much as I can but who knows what's going to happen.  Jay is in charge of photos so I'll try and keep him up to date with posting and what not. I'm pretty sure they have internet in Eastern Europe so this should be a good experience. 

Livin LARGE,

alex