``I'm going to try to go for coffee with that intern from Logistics. By no means do i want to end up in her bed.'

matt, who also caused consternation re: his views on the italia match and harvard plagiarism.

another notable quip of the night: i'm only here for 9 weeks, i'm not going to spend 4 of them breaking some girl in

a most redeeming goal

someone, somewhere, is memorizing the inno nazionale at this moment.

the quintessential pride snapshot

it's all about making friends with randoms

on second thought..

that woman doesn't look too impressed

trannies of the world, unite!

understandable, really. especially if your implants are swelling from the heat

everyone gets a favorite

i refrained from snapping the perving that went on behind the float

michael barney-flavored Pride

Rome Pride '06

michael finds a long-lost cousin

Rome Pride '06

sicily is clearing trying to keep her head straight. flash, at least your height is in your favor

sicily gets a handful

speaking of boobtown

ganz, the tattooed lady

the founder and chairman of boobtown italia

one third of the 3-way transatlantic flirt-fest

sicily gets it on online with s.on

`here he comes round the bend! no.....that's a horse'

the piazza navona course was meant to be a timed practice run ahead of the circus maximus. unfortunately *someone* forgot to hit record. ahem, juliet.

eeriness at the ex-mattatoio

an exhibit staged at Rome's former slaughterhouse, replete with hanging metal hooks and disembodied clothes that murmured to viewers.
IO SONO BRUTTA
IO SONO UN LADRO
IO SONO TRISTE

brennen + juliet take the eternal city

the internet bustedness of the year award goes to.......

our favorite `Toriphile:' ``There is a techno group that is known for their wonderful remixes of delerium, sarah maclachlan, and bt's blue skies. they are rabbit in the moon. they have released their own single entitled "O.B.E." the song is very mellow but about 2 minutes into the song, you can hear the beginning of precious things sampled. it is amazing to hear it. it is available on a cd called "URBAL BEATS" which you can get at any large record store [In The U.S.]''

you can come back out now, g.

bus buddies

taking the public for the first time in a while, i look up to find becky flash trundling along in the next bus.
granted, we had just said goodbye at termini after a dinner of unlit sushi, but still.

graced with his presence

david back in rome, clearly unimpressed with our neighbor's food selection. i second the emotion, it was disgustingly tomato-based.

una mujer al borde de un ataque de nervios

thugs v preppies

watching the italy v usa game from the giant screen on tiber island, 4 ex-pats nearly get lynched. especially during the italian own goal. and italy still couldn't get it together, despite outnumbering the yanks 10 to 9. and despite the wayward elbows and inflicted bloodshed.

excerpt:
text message from madrid: Ok so the italians play fuking dirty huh

who knew eggers had so many italian fans

stra-packed, so we eschewed the queue and hit kowalski's D.O.A. and Come Back Alive instead. well worth the free entry

you know who you are

we call her the brazilian nun

mom joins in the world cup fever

like mother, like daughter

she's a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker don't you mess around with maude

ok i give up

ghana didn't stand a chance

sex, albeit in a different city

the site of the mugging

with half an hour left of our sojourn in st. petserburg, it was here that it transpired. three russian men, a knife, and me, thinking they'd stolen my ipod.
not trying to be heroic, or anything, i try to give chase. luckily, my boss hustles me into a coffee shop - ``don't do anything, they're armed!'
also luckily, it was HIS ipod they swiped.

just in case i never make it to venice

more sunlight, more vodka swilling

the first microbrewery in st. petersburg

and the first stop on the first night's vodka trail

white nights - francois and the hermitage

snapping pics without a flash at 1:00 a.m. one of life's little pleasures

10:00 pm - st. isaac's - the view from our hotel

STOP

welcome to st. petersburg. the pearl of the baltic.
on a trip that included a mugging, titty bars and more vodka hangovers than you could shake a stick at, our first encounter was being pulled over in the cab on the way from the airport.
the policeman led the taxi driver out of sight. we could have sworn we heard screams.

imdb surfing - brings a tear to my eye

so what if you can't choose your fambly?

isn't it pretty?

still not sure this visa for a limited time only to st. petersburg was worth the interminable wait, the impenetrable red tape or the unprompted rudeness from the russian bureaucrats.

highlight of the exchange with the man expressly tasked with facilitating my application:

me: what documents will i need to present to apply for the visa?
russian press officer: i don't know what documents you need, i've never had to apply for a russian visa

fair enough. but i'm counting myself lucky, my boss is still empty-handed

via margutta - alberto's favorite antiques-shopping locale

tell me again, in layman's terms?

g + a, afternoon delight

someone thinks she's too `shy' to rock the playboy thong

eyes wide shut

sicily has a birthday and fkj and i pull out the big guns. michelle doesn't look too displeased either..

ors in the grip of her dilemma

yogi makes pizza - for the third time in a week

i'm certainly not complaining. that boy can pound some dough