Hey everybody. I'd apologize for the lack of posts in the past week, but that would be presumptuous on my part to assume that a) anybody reads this thing, and b) they actually enjoy it when they do. So I won't.
The main reason I didn't post anything this week is because nothing of note really happened. It was pretty much a boring week of school, and nothing exciting happened. I mean, I guess I was in Florence and all, but that's probably getting pretty boring to hear about by now.
There are no classes on Friday, so Thursday night I went to this bar near my house with the two other guys who live in the same apartment building as me. It turns out this is far more convenient than taking a bus downtown for the night and having to walk 45 minutes back home at 3:30 in the morning. Anyway, we went into this bar and there was nobody there. The bartender was looking at us kind of weird and asked if we wanted to go downstairs, so we did. It turns out that's where all the people who are in the know go, because there was this crazy Italian karaoke night going on, complete with a crazy DJ, crazy Italians, and more cigarette smoke than oxygen. The mood was great, and then the DJ left and some guy came out and started rapping over these super intense beats. His whole act was way angrier than what was called for, given the mood there. We left not too long after that.
Friday night was my mom's 53rd birthday, so we went to a restaurant for dinner with Paulo, Luisa (my host sister who is visiting from school in Milan this week), my mom's sister (see blog entry number 1), my mom's friend, and her friend's son. We were supposed to go at 8, but it got pushed back over and over until we didn't leave until around 10. At this point I was beyond hungry, but my mom knows the owner at this place so it was closer to 11 by the time we actually sat down. Over the course of the next hour we just sort of ate a constant stream of different courses. Although it's a restaurant during the evening, this place made its fortune as one of the best discoteca's in Florence. Around midnight they move all the tables out of the middle of the space and people start dancing. They're playing all these Italian dance songs before midnight though, so by the time we were eating people were already pumped; everyone was up on tables and benches dancing and singing along, etc. Even my mom was singing along. They finally played an American song that I knew the words to; I tried singing along but of course I was the only one singing so I just looked stupid. Anyway, we didn't make it home until around 3 in the morning. Mom, if you're reading this, I expect the same from you on your next birthday.
Last night was Fiortentina v. Roma in the Serie A. A big game for Fiorentina, since Roma's in 3rd place and Fiorentina, while they were not too long ago in 4th, have been steadily sliding since I've been here. I waited too long to buy tickets though and by the time I got around to it they were all sold out. The atmosphere around our house was great, people were singing and helicopters were circling overhead and there was even a fight between Roma supporters and police in riot gear on the corner right by my building. So anywhoo I went down to the stadium at halftime to try to sneak in, but that place is locked down like prison. The only positive was that I owned these Italians at their own language (that might be an exaggeration. I did do pretty well, though) - I was all like, "I've forgotten my ticket inside, my friend has it." "No, I can't call him because it's too loud, I can't hear anything." "It's already the second half, I can't just go in?" "For the love of God, man, have pity on a dying man whose last wish is to see the second half of the Fiorentina game." (I didn't actually say the last one. Mostly because I don't know how - I would have tried just about anything).
And that whole sequence of events just about took me to Monday morning, where I was supposed to get to watch The Matrix in my moral philosophy class until the stupid girl who sits right behind me and thinks that because she took a philosophy class once sophomore year she knows everything about everything and can argue with the professor (who has a PhD in philosophy) about anything, and who always asks stupid questions that bear no relevance to what we're talking about but which the professor is forced to respond to, thereby taking up the entire period so that we run out of time to watch The Matrix, started asking questions. If you were able to follow that aggresively long run-on sentence, you might be able to figure out that we didn't end up watching the move. But then I went and ate a panino, so I felt a little better.
That's about all. Stay tuned!
-Cooper
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