I know I promised you all a little something on Venice, but really I just haven't been up for it. I promise that at some point your Venice needs will be fulfilled, but right now, I just want to write about all kinds of other things. I've only got about 4 days left in Siena, and only 10 more before I fly back to the States, and it all just feels so unreal. Also, this post is going to be disjointed. Deal with it : P
I miss home. After all this time, after all of the things I've seen, I miss home more than anything. As much as I want to stay here, and as much as I love this city and the people, I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar, I want to drive my car, eat at a barbeque, crash in my own room, see my parents, hang out with my friends, be crazy and silly and have all of it back. I miss you guys, despite my lack of writing, I've missed you terribly. It's like a little bit of me is missing, and I can't wait to see you all again. I want to walk down Main Street, eat a muffin, drink some bubble tea, lay out on the Green, order late night food, watch Paula Deen, sip mixed drinks, and play Guitar Hero until my fingers turn into little throbbing knots.
*sigh*
Anyway, I've also discovered why you shouldn't mess around with pigeons. I was walking up at the Fortress the other day (the Fortress is this massive Medicean thing that they built when they took over Siena some however many years ago, and has recently become my favorite hobo nap spot. Seriously, take up a bench and pass out in the sun for a few hours, it's glorious), and I saw a pigeon strutting about on the sidewalk. Now, normally I let pigeons be, but this particular day I decided I wanted to chase it. Well, little did I know that the pigeon was packing. The little bugger pooped right on my arm. Disgusting. I hate pigeons.
Last little note of business, that I know you all are dying to hear (or not, really). Jane, Viv, and I "crashed" the Wrap Party for James Bond: Quantum of Solace two nights ago. We had been walking by one of the main camps where they had all their equipment and the trucks and one of the Brits heard us speaking English. He asked us what we were doing later that night, and then invited us to come stop by the wrap party if we wanted. It took all of three seconds for us to say yes. At about 10 we showed up outside Palazzo Pubblico, the main town hall in Piazza del Campo and didn't see the guy Steve that was supposed to let us in, so we sat in the piazza, debating what we should do. Finally, after a few swigs of vodka, we got up the nerve to just ask if we could go in. And they let us. This whole party was closed to the public, free food, free drinks, live band, in one of the oldest and coolest buildings in the city. We crashed the biggest party of the year in Siena. They held it in the courtyard, so all you had was open sky above, the place had probably a good 150 people in it.
We stood awkwardly for a little bit next to a pillar, then got up the nerve to go and get some drinks. Viv and I hit the bar while Jane went to the bathroom, and we ended up talking to some Brits and Jane met a really nice family from Canada. We found some other Americans, part of the film crew, actually I have no idea what they did, but one of the guys had been the Director of Photography for a different film, so I'm assuming it went along those kinds of lines. We also saw a whole bunch of the big important people, like the executive producer and some other guy who was the head of something else (he was American, that's all I really remember). The band was so so, but the songs they picked were awesome and we spent the entire night dancing (my feet are killing me now, four hours of dancing in heels never goes well). They ended up kicking us all out around 2, after which we headed back to this one groups room to drink some wine and hang out. Around 4 or so I passed out, I was so tired I just couldn't hack it anymore, and at 7:30 my host mom called my phone wondering where I was. Thankfully, they got us a cab to go home, and I finally walked in at 8, apologizing profusely for not calling and letting her know where I was.
Loved it.
A presto!
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