Happy "National Leprechaun Day!" So Tators, locate your wee little friend, follow his rainbow to his pot of gold, and then knock his tiny tush out, steal the gold, and haul mad ass! Hey, there is a budget deficit out there, ya know?! And, gold is probably the only thing that is retaining its value, and what does a short man in a funny suit need a pot of gold for? Nada!
So, let embark on the rest of my Roma adventure...
Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you that Romans love are hot dog dogs. And, there hot dog dogs are not the teeny ones, they are super sized! I think the hot dog dog is the offical dog of Roma; I think.
Ok...
So, on day two, Carl-E and I are off to the Sistine (NOTE: Not the Sixteen Chapel) and Vatican Museum (NOTE: I cannot tell you how many ignorant English speaking people call the Sistine Chapel the Sixteen Chapel; it made me cringe each time). Well, the line was about 2 and 1/2 hours deep. Carl-E instantly said, "No Way!" which triggered my boo-hoo face (NOTE: Ya know the face; pouty bottom lip and weepy, pleading eyes).
And then...
before I turned on the water works to get my way, we were approached by a young lady that asked us if we wanted to take an English speaking tour for 50 Euros each, and with the tour you get to jump the insane line. Before Carl-E could utter a word, I said, "YES!" So, off we were with 18 other English speaking people and our guide. I had to chuckle when we cut everyone in line, because they had to wait, SUCKAS!
When...
We were inside a couple of guys started to give our a-bit-to-long-winded-but-nice-enough guide a hard time and point-blank told him to "To Stop Talking and Get On With The Tour!" Now, we all had head phones that linked to our guide, so everyone heard the guys comments; can you say uncomfortable silence?! Our guide did not miss a beat and basically told them to shut it in a high brow way.
As we...
Are walking though the galleries getting tidbits about this painting and that tapestry the same guys decide to start giving our guide a rash once again. After another exchange of words the guys decided to leave the tour. As they walked off I gave a the silent cheer (NOTE: Carl-E thought I was swatting flies).
After...
2 and half hours of tour, we were finally released back into the city. Now, it was time for SHOPPIN! I could not wait to get me some new shoes. I was so excited to find the Pucci boutique, I was giddy. But to go shoppin, you have to go to the Spanish Steps.
OMG...
I thought Carl-E was going to explode with all the people. It was so crowed that I could of wedged myself between two people, had my feet lifted off the ground, and carried around. I knew my time was limited, so I grabbed Carl-E by the hand and headed to the "side streets" were the high end stores are. Well, after no luck locating a Pucci store, I headed to Chanel. Well, there was a line that stretched way down the block. I have never had to wait in a line to enter the Chanel store in Orlando. So, I jigged left and then right avoiding the crowds to the Louis Vuitton store. Well, there was a line there too! I never had to wait in line in Hot-Lanta. So, I said forget this (NOTE: While wearing the pouty face once again!)
Sad...
that I got no new shoes, I decided to drown my sorrows in gelato. Oh, it was so yummy, I almost forgot about those fierce Pucci sling backs that I had been dreaming about since we landed in Roma; almost!
Time to hit the gym!
I am out!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
May 8: Second Post of the Trip
Hola, tators! Well, I am sitting in my inferno of a house while my A/C is being fixed. Although there is no sun (NOTE: I think it is in New Jersey for some bizzar reason)it is hot as Hades. I am waiting for the devil himself to sit next to me on the couch and watch the season finally of "Tough Love." (NOTE: I think he would totally approve of the show because of all the naughty-naughty behavior!)
Anywho...
So, Carl-E arrive in Roma after a 8 hour flight, get to our hotel, and crash for a couple hours. After a refreshing nappy-nap (NOTE: Yes, I finally was able to nap, but it took staying up all night and three glasses of wine!), we headed out to the Vatican. Now, according to the hotel's website we were only a hop-skip-and-a-jump away.
Well...
We got so lost; we jigged when we should of jagged (NOTE: This will not be the only time we got lost; thank goodness I had good walking shoes). What should of taken a twenty minutes max took over an hour. After consulting three different maps, the position of the sun, and the way the wind was blowing, we finally figured out the right direction.
When...
we got to St Peters, we toured the church, and then headed to the museum. Well, when we finally go there it was closed! May 1 is Italy's Labor Day. I was so bummed; but have no fear I had a back up plan: visit the castle.
I will tell...
you that personal space does not exists. While in line I think I has relations with 5 people. Everyone was sooooooooooooo close; way too close. And in line for the castle is where I spotted it! The first scrunchie! It was practically touching my nose, and to add insult to injury, it was florescent pink! And then I looked down and saw a pair of red Crocs too; UGGGGG! It took a full 15 minutes for me to get over the shock of this horrific sight.
After...
the castle it was off to have dinner at a restaurant recommend by a friend. Well, guess what?! It was closed. So, we headed to another one. Sitting next to us, was the most sappy of sappy couples; except it was so one-sided. She called him "honey" and "cupcake" and "bunny" and all sorts of names that made me want to up chuck my pizza all over the table. I thought they might of been on their honeymoon because of all the cooing, but she was not sporting any rock of any size. If they are just dating, he needs to run quick and far, far away. If I had to deal with all that sugary-speak I could not be responsible for my actions. Icky!
Well, I am off to stick my head in the freezer before I melt into a puddle.
And I'm out!
Anywho...
So, Carl-E arrive in Roma after a 8 hour flight, get to our hotel, and crash for a couple hours. After a refreshing nappy-nap (NOTE: Yes, I finally was able to nap, but it took staying up all night and three glasses of wine!), we headed out to the Vatican. Now, according to the hotel's website we were only a hop-skip-and-a-jump away.
Well...
We got so lost; we jigged when we should of jagged (NOTE: This will not be the only time we got lost; thank goodness I had good walking shoes). What should of taken a twenty minutes max took over an hour. After consulting three different maps, the position of the sun, and the way the wind was blowing, we finally figured out the right direction.
When...
we got to St Peters, we toured the church, and then headed to the museum. Well, when we finally go there it was closed! May 1 is Italy's Labor Day. I was so bummed; but have no fear I had a back up plan: visit the castle.
I will tell...
you that personal space does not exists. While in line I think I has relations with 5 people. Everyone was sooooooooooooo close; way too close. And in line for the castle is where I spotted it! The first scrunchie! It was practically touching my nose, and to add insult to injury, it was florescent pink! And then I looked down and saw a pair of red Crocs too; UGGGGG! It took a full 15 minutes for me to get over the shock of this horrific sight.
After...
the castle it was off to have dinner at a restaurant recommend by a friend. Well, guess what?! It was closed. So, we headed to another one. Sitting next to us, was the most sappy of sappy couples; except it was so one-sided. She called him "honey" and "cupcake" and "bunny" and all sorts of names that made me want to up chuck my pizza all over the table. I thought they might of been on their honeymoon because of all the cooing, but she was not sporting any rock of any size. If they are just dating, he needs to run quick and far, far away. If I had to deal with all that sugary-speak I could not be responsible for my actions. Icky!
Well, I am off to stick my head in the freezer before I melt into a puddle.
And I'm out!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
May 7: I'm Back
Hey tators!
I am back from my Roma vaycay. Carl-E and I had a wonderful time hangin with the Romans. But, before I embark on our trip, I need to tell you what the Romans L-O-V-E
1. The Puff Vest - Most days hovered around 80 degrees; pretty darn warm I'd say. But, despite the centigrade, the Romans wore puff vests. They came in all sorts of colors, but the neutral khaki seemed to be the favorite. Just looking at them made me so hot! By day three, I wanted to rip off their vests and toss it into the Tiber River.
2. Boots - Does not matter the style: tall, slouchy, ankle, over the knee, heels, wedges, flats; they loves them some boots! The cowboy boot was the hands down favorite. I kept wondering how bad their feet must hurt from walking on cobble stones all day. They must spend beau coup dollas on pedis to help treat those sore tooties.
3. Scrunchies - WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! All of the scrunchies in the world should be burned! The joules they produced would end our energy crisis. They are an abomination to the classic hair style; the pony tail!
4. Scarves - Like the puffy vest, no matter how hot it got, they had a scarf tightly wound around their necks so the ends could not freely flap in the breeze. This I did not mind because scarves are very in vogue right now.
5. Crocs - Yes, tators, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, I wrote CROCS! As the scrunchie is an abomination to the pony tail, crocs are to the fashion foot wear world. When not wearing boots, they are sporting crocs in all colors; pink, green, blue, and red. And they stick those thingys in them, too! With the scrunchies; Crocs should have a funeral pyre.
Stay tuned; more to come!
I am back from my Roma vaycay. Carl-E and I had a wonderful time hangin with the Romans. But, before I embark on our trip, I need to tell you what the Romans L-O-V-E
1. The Puff Vest - Most days hovered around 80 degrees; pretty darn warm I'd say. But, despite the centigrade, the Romans wore puff vests. They came in all sorts of colors, but the neutral khaki seemed to be the favorite. Just looking at them made me so hot! By day three, I wanted to rip off their vests and toss it into the Tiber River.
2. Boots - Does not matter the style: tall, slouchy, ankle, over the knee, heels, wedges, flats; they loves them some boots! The cowboy boot was the hands down favorite. I kept wondering how bad their feet must hurt from walking on cobble stones all day. They must spend beau coup dollas on pedis to help treat those sore tooties.
3. Scrunchies - WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! All of the scrunchies in the world should be burned! The joules they produced would end our energy crisis. They are an abomination to the classic hair style; the pony tail!
4. Scarves - Like the puffy vest, no matter how hot it got, they had a scarf tightly wound around their necks so the ends could not freely flap in the breeze. This I did not mind because scarves are very in vogue right now.
5. Crocs - Yes, tators, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, I wrote CROCS! As the scrunchie is an abomination to the pony tail, crocs are to the fashion foot wear world. When not wearing boots, they are sporting crocs in all colors; pink, green, blue, and red. And they stick those thingys in them, too! With the scrunchies; Crocs should have a funeral pyre.
Stay tuned; more to come!
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