Wednesday, July 18, 2012

But man, there is nothing like paying nine euro for decent white wine and endless cheap plastic plat




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Why has it taken me six weeks into my time in Italy to discover ten-euro alcoholic beverages plus all-you-can-eat buffets of--surprise!--scrummy Italian food? Oh yeah, because I'm a whiny-pants who wouldn't recognize fun if I saw it on a wanted poster after it mugged me.
Not entirely true. Writing poetry, napping, reading Virginia Woolf novels, discussing sexism with sexy Canadian yogi novelists, exploring feminist performance hotel paris art, making delicious pasta dinners, hotel paris getting lost on public transportation, moodily stalking the back alleys of Venice, writing tragic letters to past lovers, and, oh yeah, completing my Let's Go copy are all admirable pursuits between the hours of 6 am - 9 pm. And are all also--totally un-ironically--my idea of a good time.
But man, there is nothing like paying nine euro for decent white wine and endless cheap plastic plates of mediocre hotel paris ravioli hotel paris when no one's judging hotel paris you for that third trip up. And when I've been somehow miraculously losing weight on the pasta, Prosecco, speck, mozzarella, bread, and go-through-a-whole-bottle-of-olive-oil-in-a-week diet, an enormous buffet of similar yumminess hits the craving hotel paris nail right on the "seriously? is that your fourth hotel paris serving?" head.
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