This past week has plagued me with a deep dark depression (semi-dramatic). Saturday started off just lovely....well we were a tad hung over from Friday's adventures, but it was a fun day none the less. Fiona invited us over that evening for a traditional English tea time with cucumber sandwiches and biscuits. So cute and fun, I am tryin' to make that happen all the time. Enough with the good stuff, let's cut to the tragedy.
We went to a disco (I was not in the mood, but I hate missing out, so I trudged along. Note to all: never go to a disco unless you are 100% stoked on it.) The place was filled with flashing lights, not for me and a bunch of annoying Italian men stalking us as usual. Most of the time was okay when we were dancing, and at about 3am I set my purse down next to me so I could dance a little easier. I felt uncomfortable with my purse not on me and was constantly looking back on it. We even said we were about to leave! And then shit hit the fan....I look down and my beautiful, extremely discounted, Steve Madden purse was gone! Filled with my wallet, containing all my money, my passport, drivers license, ipod shuffle w/ headphones. The only thing that wasn't in there was my camera, which is the only thing I have ever had stolen from me. Anyway, we searched all over and talked to the owners who said that there was another purse stolen as well as a couple jackets that night.
I am currently in the process of getting a new passport, super fun. I have to go to Naples, where the closest US embassy is. I have been emailing them and they are quick to respond and have been very helpful and think that I will be able to get all this fixed with the little that I have.
To really put the cherry on top of this dirt filled sundae, I have been sick since Sunday. I believe it is strep throat, can't swallow without immense pain. Cool. Went to the Dr.'s today with the girls for a physical and they prescribed me with some antibiotics (without even looking at my throat. odd) Hilarity did ensue....post bike riding to check our hearts, the Dr. light up a cigarette in the office. Really promoting good health. Oh Italy, this is turning to a love/hate relationship. Let's return things back to love because I miss being fun.
We went to a disco (I was not in the mood, but I hate missing out, so I trudged along. Note to all: never go to a disco unless you are 100% stoked on it.) The place was filled with flashing lights, not for me and a bunch of annoying Italian men stalking us as usual. Most of the time was okay when we were dancing, and at about 3am I set my purse down next to me so I could dance a little easier. I felt uncomfortable with my purse not on me and was constantly looking back on it. We even said we were about to leave! And then shit hit the fan....I look down and my beautiful, extremely discounted, Steve Madden purse was gone! Filled with my wallet, containing all my money, my passport, drivers license, ipod shuffle w/ headphones. The only thing that wasn't in there was my camera, which is the only thing I have ever had stolen from me. Anyway, we searched all over and talked to the owners who said that there was another purse stolen as well as a couple jackets that night.
I am currently in the process of getting a new passport, super fun. I have to go to Naples, where the closest US embassy is. I have been emailing them and they are quick to respond and have been very helpful and think that I will be able to get all this fixed with the little that I have.
To really put the cherry on top of this dirt filled sundae, I have been sick since Sunday. I believe it is strep throat, can't swallow without immense pain. Cool. Went to the Dr.'s today with the girls for a physical and they prescribed me with some antibiotics (without even looking at my throat. odd) Hilarity did ensue....post bike riding to check our hearts, the Dr. light up a cigarette in the office. Really promoting good health. Oh Italy, this is turning to a love/hate relationship. Let's return things back to love because I miss being fun.
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