The day previous--BEST BUY: This pre teen girl was yelling at her dad to buy her another bag because she had a camera and a laptop and a phone and some other stupid shit that requires separate small bags with glitter and I wanted to punch her in the braces, I don't think I would have been charged considering the circumstances either. I pretty much just gave her a look that communicated that though and she shut up.
This guy in line gave me a look that communicated that when I asked my Mom why she followed me. I felt like an asshole.
asshole moment one.
I went into the international line and stood behind a blond bro-looking type dude that had a shirt that said Say Yes to Drugs, no wonder everyone hates Americans with this kindof preempt... I have my work cut out for me. Then he took off his backpack and revealed that he was pro AIDS medication, upon further inspection I discovered that he was going to volunteer in Rwanda for a year and a half.
asshole moment two.
I went through the security line with one side bag. NOTE: I'd had this pos since I was 16. The strap connector broke when I picked it up and my laptop bag fell to the ground as some creeper watched me put my belt on. fuck yeah. I'll qualify that as asshole moment 3, but for fate more so than me.
Elise: 2 World: 1 Let's keep track.
I searched the airport and bought a $4 roll of tape to fix the break, it worked decently.
Boarded the plane to DC. Sat next to a guy who had twins that were studying in Madrid and going to Christian colleges, I immediately felt my speech get awkward. I can't help it, if I'm around uber-Christians I automatically censor myself and start saying things like "oh wow," and talking about the Brady Bunch movie and shit, which I did.... so he warmed up to me and let me go through when the plane landed at 4:30, my flight to Rome started boarding at 4:02.
There was another girl on the plane in the same position, we pushed our ways to the front of the plane and got a bunch of dirty looks, we started running... the wrong way! I continued running, my bag broke permanently under the weight and bouncing, it fell to the ground and an old man laughed at me.
asshole moment 3
Got on the plane just in time, scored a window seat next to a woman with an Italian accent, she said she's from Jersey and told me to calm down.
I watched some of that movie where Samuel L Jackson is mad at his neighbor because he's white and married to this super hot black chick so he tries to ruin their lives so they'll move. He has to learn to say "no."
Descent into Rome: It's raining so there's turbulence. I'm nauseous and the jersey lady's complimentary yogurt explodes on the seat.
Exit airport. Fuck the exchange rate. Fuck it right in the ear. Hmmm... pickup guy... no pickup guy... the STA woman said there'd be a pickup guy. Well damn. Lots of creepers getting close saying "Taxi?" like they're trying to sell LSD in a music festival parking lot. no, no, no. This is all wrong. I find a legit taxi. He speaks no english. I try to speak french to him. He speaks more Italian in retaliation. No dice. 60 euros later and I'm at the hostel.
asshole moment four.
I arrive at 10. checkin is suppossed to be midday. I'm prepared to just chill in the common room and smell my sweat. I go to the bathroom, I bring all my luggage in the 3 by 3 room. paranoid much? no.... why is the toilet so deep? I could get stuck in there, I could raise a family in there...
The attendant shows me to my bunk. Two girls are in there speaking Italian. I collapse on the bed. The blonde girl asks me what my deal is, she's from Barcelona, nice girl, speaks some English... thank God. Other girl from southern Italy, no english, "chicago is beautiful!" have you ever been there? No. Careful, it'll poke your eye out.
Jetlag city. I sleep, kindof. I'm awoken by the smell of lye, new roommate coming in, she's from Boston, yes! She goes to sleep, I can't now. I go to get some food.
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