December 5, 2006

  • 1)  For Thanksgiving, I went dorm hopping for dinner at two dorms because I have no shame.  I was elected to be the Turkey cutter at the first dorm I went to and I reserved the left leg for myself.  It’s a girl’s dorm by the way, and picture number (2) are the people in that particular party.  The food was great and plentyful, desert was awesome: chocolate cake, tiramisu, flan etc.
    3)  Here was the second place I went to, the crowd I normally hang out with with that dude Casey doing the cooking and cutting of the turkey.  And again I had the left leg.  Why?  Because how many people can say they had two turkey legs for Thanksgiving, and both the left leg?  This party was a lot more merry because they arranged the tables in a big circle and everyone was in the same room.  We ate, we drank, we sang, (I have videos), and although I had classes and a quiz that day, it wasn’t a total bust.  I helped out with the dishes so I wouldn’t be a complete freeloader.

    4)  This is Venice, and that statue is a replica of Michaelangelo’s Pieta with Christ on Mary’s lap with an American flag.  This statue was paraded through Venice during September 11 to commemorate the 5th aniversary of 9-11.  Passerby’s might think it’s blasphemy, but I like it.
    5)  That’s my friend Xiomara in San Marco Square.  It’s so beautiful there.  I laid down on the floor and Xio and Jimena, the other girl I was traveling with threw bread on me and I almost got devoured by the pigeons.  Don’t worry, I protected my goodies… good times.

       Anyways, this past weekend was pretty much our last chance for a big excursion, so I decided to go to Vienna with one bunch and declined Paris with another bunch (yes, I’m that popular).  We hit the sites, saw the museums and 3 euro tickets for standing spots in the opera house, but I guess what I’ll remember from this trip is that we played Hide and Seek Tag at night around a Christmas village (where they sell ornaments and sweets, similar to Unions Square in December), which was located right outside the “Rathouse,” we called it that because we don’t know how to really pronounce the name of that place.  Also, Borat.  Yep, Monica and I saw Borat in Vienna.  I’m such a romantic.  Anyways, see y’all in ten days!

Comments (6)

Post a Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *