This week has been rediculous. Birthday weekend subsided, tired and
battered as we all were we went to class. Tuesday was valentines day,
and in true JFRC fashion 14 of my dearest friends and I went to dinner
by piazza navona, where about 10 of us got the same PEAR TORTELLINI. I
didn't get it, but it was amazing.
Anne, Will and I were at one end of the awkwardly L-shaped table with
our pizza having our own little party. The fun seemingly died down as
we all had to you know; go to college. I had a huge art exam on
Friday, and stayed in to study, that was a HORRIBLE IDEA.
I studied SO MUCH and still did horribly on the test. You can always
re take the class but you can't relive the party. Words to live by.
I'll do better next time, but that was depressing. Then Friday night
happened.
Anne has an internship with democrats abroad in Rome, and there was a
fundraiser they were Putting on so we went. Well first of all it was
in a part of town none of us had ever been, on the B metro line, aka
shady city. We knew it was soul food themed but we did not know what
we were getting in to.
The entrance to the bar was a door leading immediately down a stairway
lit up blue, with mirrors in front of us. We could hear soul music
playing, paid our ten euro to get in, and walked in to a legitimate
soul club in the middle of nowhere Rome.
Low banquettes, a DJ, crazy club lights, music, a stripper pole, and
about 15 Jesuit school students. It. Was. Hilarious. We got food. Some
nondescript rice, chicken and collard greens, that Anne and
Nicole served us from the weird corner window in this bar. Then we
danced. Despite the stripper pole, and creepy people it was a really
fun time, we left really early, at like 10:30, and tried our best to
get home from god knows where Rome.
We found piazza di spagna so we were fine. Headed out to Firenze the
next morning, with plenty to talk about on the train.
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