What you are now, I once was. What I am now, you will still become.

Okay, for any of you that have told me you can't figure out how to comment on this blog, that should be undone by now. I have just edited it so that anonymous people can blog, which means, not my followers (of which I have 5! how exciting!)

So last night was the CAPA apertivo! I brought my oreo balls, some people brought lasagnas, pastas, even chips and salsa. The restaurant where we had our welcome dinner provided papa al pomodoro, which is a delicious soup-like meal of tomatoes and bread all mashed together and cooked in a soup pot. When everyone was done eating, we went to the student lounge where the two Mikes played chitarra (guitar) and we all sang the lyrics. Lorenzo danced around and it was just incredibly fun. Then Alex, Gina, Kevin, and I went back to Kitsch, where we had Gina's birthday apertivo, and we met up with Megan and Renee. We thought they were going to be having a giant dolci apertivo, but they lied, so we didn't buy it.
There is a place here called Cafe BeBop, which I believe I briefly mentioned a post or two ago. We went back last night for the Beatles cover band, and it was really fun! It was less skeazy than other bars here because it is only half American, and the rest of it is Italian. This less skeazy quality did not, however, prevent me from having this conversation -
"Do you speak Italian? Parla italiano?"
"Not really. Parlo un po."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"...Yes."
"You're lying! She told me you don't have a boyfriend already!" (he points to Alex.) "You see, I'm asking because my friend, Simone, he likes you, but he doesn't speak any English."
"I'm not interested."
"I'm really sorry you're not interested, because he really likes you."

Oh Italian men. There must be good ones out there somewhere. There is a certain group of American women here who are married to Italian men, so they must find ones that don't creep them out to the extreme somewhere.

We also ended up at Red Garter last night. Gina and I wanted to kareoke "Spice Up Your Life!"
by the ever-classic Spice Girls, but the instant we got up there they started playing "Bad Romance" so we had to sing that. It's not that fun of a song to kareoke to at all, and my throat hurt something awful afterwards. We'll get to the Spice Girls eventually.