i can’t figure out where the shift key is on this italian keybord, so forgive me. i’m not trying to go all e.e. cummings on you.
omg, i can’t believe i’m really in italy! it was a long long long flight. the amsterdam airport was crazy cool and filled with orange-garbed dutch soccer fans.
i got felt up by security in amsterdam. i was ‘randomly’ selected for molestation by a dutch girl with blonde braids. she did such a thorough job that even the klm flight attendants were giving me a look like ‘what’s up with that’. seriously, that’s the most action i’ve had in a while.
flying over the alps was amazing. these gorgeous snowcapped peaks and all these darling little villages in the valleys. don’t laugh at me, but i almost cried landing in bologna. i’ve dreamed about going to italy for soooo long, and seeing the red roofed farmhouses and the particularly italian colors of the dirt and trees was just overwhelming. well, and i’m pretty dang tired.
i’ve met almost all the finalists. they’re all very friendly and cool and excited to be here. zenomorph is very funny, and bad coyotefunky is french and charming. luckily maxfatality brought his mom tracy as his guest so there is another chick here for me to hang out with. also the very cool giulia from our ms office in milan.
my italian is not so good. i did manage to ask the taxi driver what time it was, but couldn’t understand his answer.
tomorrow we tour bologna. we’re actually in a kinda suburb called pieve di cento. it’s midway between bologna and sant’agata bolognese (lambo factory). my hotel room is well, interesting. europe is different for sure. i’m seriously thrilled to be here, but my room here makes the mondrian in la look like a palazzo!
i’m going to work a bit, watch some mtv italy and then take a couple excedrin pm’s and hit the sack. the twin sized, hard as a rock sack. did i mention the pillows are like–what?–oversized sanitary pads. sorry boys, i don’t know how else to describe them.