And One for Kings and Paupers

And One for Kings and Paupers

            Today, we overslept.  In fact, we overslept pretty badly.  We wanted to wake up at like 8:30, and we got up at 10:30.  Nonetheless, we had lunch at that recommended place, Enoteca Corsi.  The food was pretty all right (again, Italy standards), but the waitress was smokin’.  Neither Will nor I complained. 

            We went to the Coliseum.  It was pretty jawsome.  Just sayin’.

            We then went to the Vatican.  Because we are stupid, we forgot it was Sunday.  There was a line like you would not believe.  We decided to opt out and get gelato, since we had both seen the Vatican before. 

            We went to a tiny little gelato place.  We had to fight a line of pushy Italian people to get gelato.  It was worth it.  We got a SHIT-TON of delicious gelato for like, two Euro.  Will had strawberry + lemon, and I had chocolate + custard.  Tasty.   

            After cooling down with our delicious gelato, we went to the Trevi Fountain.  We promptly lost each other.  After a brief moment of panic, I decided to go to where Will would mostly likely be – the largest area of unoccupied space.  It turns out he wasn’t there.  In fact, he was where I would least suspect him – sitting down in the middle of a huge crowd of people.  I guess sitting took precedence.  It was weird.  Oh, also, the fountain depicts a dude punching a horse.  In the face.  Just straight-up slugging it.  Right in the face.

            We visited the pantheon.  Something suggested to us that it was closed.  Dunno what it was, though.

            We decided to wander again.  We walked for a very long time.  At one point, we ended up in the Jewish ghetto.  We left.  Suddenly, Will recognized where we were.  He knew that the DRUNKEN SHIP was nearby.  The Drunken Ship was a bar that Will drank at back in Sophomore year.  It had ruit.  We got excited.  Will took us there, only to find that it was GONE.  The building was exactly the same, and the inside was more-or-less unchanged.  The only difference was that instead of selling delicious beer, it sold expensive-tourist-food.  We were so upset that it actually took all of our excitement and murdered it.  It burned the corpse of our excitement so that it could never come back.  We moved around aimlessly for a few minutes, but we couldn’t even muster the strength to wander anymore.  We sat down, despondent.  I suggested we drown our sorrows in gelato.  Knowing it was the only way, Will agreed.  We felt better.  Kinda.

            We then took a tram from there to Trastevere to try another place Mr. Kindle recommended, Da’ Augusto.  Again, it was all right…by Italy standards.  As we were leaving, I noticed a really cheap place next door.  We decided to remember it. 

            We still really wanted to go out, so we decided to see what was going on at the CAMPING FABULOUS bar.  It turns out it was nothing.  At all.  There were a few people dancing at some dance thing, but they were certainly not hitting the bar afterwards.  We went back to our room house and passed out, disappointed.

P.S.  Check this hilarious sign.

Will’s Corner

            R.I.P. Drunken Ship.

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Dear Joe,

            Unlike the Drunken Ship, you are alive and well.  Like the Drunken Ship, you are full of alcohol.  Don’t change.  No, really, change sucks.

Love,

Will and Andy