"La Cucaracha, la cucaracha, ya no puede caminar. Porque le falte y necessite marijuana a fumar."
Every year at at Halloween time I go to CVS, buy a bag of candy corn and end up eating the entire thing in the span of an afternoon. Which instantly sends me into a sugary-wax induced coma that doesn't end for 356 days, when I go and do it all over again.
The reason we are laughing so hard at last night's fashion soiree was because:
That's it... it's official. I am going back to my true roots (or hair color) in a few weeks. No doubt momushka is reading this and crying out of pure joy.
The chill in the air can only mean one thing... my Christmas shopping has begun. And since I won't be home for Thanksgiving, that greatly reduces the chance of me getting tipsy and telling everyone with a giggle what I bought them. Maybe...
With an apartment so cold my nose was turning to ice, I had to flee to the nearest cafe to finish working on a school project. 25 minutes and 2 lattes later and my feet still haven't defrosted.
Seeing as my winter clothes are still being held hostage in a basement in the Midwest and mywallet is still hyperventilating from the recent purchase of new boots, I am none too thrilled with the sudden cold spell that has taken over. Cold means jackets. And jackets are one of the few things not living in my closest right now.
Fashion school has ruined shopping for me. Not to the point I didn't buy those new boots, but the feeling just wasn't the same.
Yesterday I came home from writing to a late lunch of miso salmon, horseradish mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli. Tonight I was treated to a dinner of homemade curry and samosas (did I spell that right?).
There is nothing like stumbling upon an international market on the way home and spending entirely too much on nothing but condiments from every country imaginable only to come home to an empty fridge with nothing to put them on.
After hours of picking, this is what they harvested (they had 10x more last year!)
Lucky for me, I woke up just in time to put out the chairs and watch the sunset.
Ridiculous beauty, right?
Can someone please tell me why what is a little cold to everybody else is a full blown, have a fever, sleep 18 hours a day, cough and sneeze for me?
Nicki got a crab for her birthday that she appropriately named Slash. So now it is me, Nic, Steven Tyler the fish, Powder the albino frog, and Slash all in one apartment.
Why, why, why do people think the turban is ok to wear? If beyonce wasn't already busted before, she is now. Time to fire your moms and get a real stylist.
I am feeling a bit lazy right now. Well, lazy and with lots of school work.
Last time I traveled to Europe with Markus, he told me that I couldn't go to sleep until 5am because "What do you think, this is a children's birthday party?" Oh, and he had us sleep on benches in a park. Then my sister married him. Now he just acts as the tour guide and makes sure we see the sights and have plenty of cocktails. Five nights, three women and not one complaint... he definitely deserves a little something special from his wife!
So aside from basically being my saving grace for all things Florence, my friend Lindsay also helped hook me up with my latest adventure... writing weekly fashion articles for a website here. This should be interesting...
"Hide!" was all the text message said.
After checking into our apartment, it was time to follow Markus the Tourguide and check out the city.
Which of course meant lots of stops for drinks and snacks.
(look a beer as big as his head!)
I would tell you where they are standing, but I don't know. Sorry! But I can tell you this...
watch out of the Venetian pigeons... when one comes at you, they all come at you. Eww, gross!
Then they all went back on a train to Swizzyland.
The end.
"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."
The next day we walked all over Florence. Sights, shopping, food. Along the way, Kristin made friends with a statue...
who was actually alive!
Then we walked along the Arno and checked out all of the little street vendors. These little guys were my favorite.
Wanting to make sure they had a memorable final night in Florence, I dragged my beloved visitors up to my favorite spot to drink wine and watch the sun set over the city.
Up next: Venice
Taurine's Italian cousin! I tried to devise a plan to sneak it back with me, but without a canoe I was stranded!
hugs and kisses,
The mom, the sister and the Swiss guy arrive today. Last time I talked to Momushka she told me that she wanted to "hang at a cafe with the homies..."
