Monday, July 25, 2005


Since I love my friends, I wouldn't want to write too much about the concerts I have been to, and I especially wouldn't want anyone to get envious over my backstage passes and front-row seats to the U2 concert that was in Rome Saturday night. So I'll just say that my ears are still ringing...and the concert was two days ago.

(Clients in the music industry that give cool tips --like frontrow U2 tix and passes to the backstage party-- ROCK. I love my job)

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Bad Day

It's hard to have bad days doing what I do: free meals, 5 star hotels, being chaffeured around in dark Mercedezes, nice people, invites all over the world... but days like yesterday make me want to quit working so I can go back to sleeping all day (although the 'badness' had nothing to do with work).

Saturday morning I got up the ungodly hour of 6am to take a shower and head to work. Friday night I was out till 2am with my Canadian clients, drinking and having a blast. So getting up hung over at 6am was difficult. I get into the shower only to find out there is no hot water. It was cold. Very cold. But I had to take a shower and wash my hair anyways. It sure awakened me in a hurry!!

After ironing my button-down shirt, I inspected my outfice (cute, colorful, professional) and my face (not too puffy and eyes not too red anymore), and decided I could pass as a non-hung over person for the day.

Oh my way to the hotel to pick my clients up, I stop at a gas station in my scooter, and the gas pump attendant somehow manages to point the gas nozzle at me and spray gas ALL over me. I was drenched. least if my eyes were red and I felt ill I could blame it on the gas fumes that radiated from me all day...

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Work Rocks

Yesterday was the best day of work I've had so far... my clients were a wealthy family from Canada, who were keeping track of who answered my questions properly so that the winner would get more beer at happy hour. After our second day of touring together, they asked me to come drink with them. They later told me that after the first day of touring, they had already planned to kidnap me and get my drunk... and they did! We drank from 5 pm to 2am. I only got three hours of sleep till I had to get up and go to work the next morning. They offered to let me crash in their hotel, but I had to go home. And the best part is that I got invited to Calgary to go skiing in Banff... I cant WAIT!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Roman Summers

Summers in Rome are the most fun out of any big city in the world. Thanks to the seas and the winds that blow in during the evenings, the city cools down and it's pleasant to sit out in the open, on a sidewalk cafe, eating dinner for three hours, or sipping a chilled prosecco at a chic bar. Outdoor concerts and operas are a must, and almost every ruin or church courtyard has classical concerts, theater, or opera. The banks of the Tiber light up and clubs open up. Hot sweaty dance clubs that are de rigeur in winter time close down and open up a branch on the breezy beach, where models, movie stars, politicians, and just plain ol' gorgeous italians drink, party, and dance on clubs on the beach...

... summer in Rome is the best...

Thursday, July 14, 2005

My So Called Life

I am so tired from the past two weeks of working. Here is my schedule.

Get to bed around 2am.
Get up at 6am, shower, put makeup on (something I have never done much in my life), look cute.
Go to hotel and meet clients, usually before 7:30 am.
Tour Rome with clients till 7pm. Sometimes one long tour, sometimes I get two or three tours a day.
Rush home, shower, head back out for nightly activities in Rome (in Rome in the summer time you have opera in the church courtyards, in the roman ruins, plays, ballets, etc).
Get home, hopefully before 2am, go to bed.

No time.

Last night went to see Madam Butterfly in the ancient Roman ruins of the Baths of Caracalla. The show was great, but what was even better is that I got into screaming fight with the lady behind me (I was insulting her--she started it-- but she was the one screaming at me while I laughed at her)...

Friday, July 08, 2005

Scooter Misshaps

Those of you who have been to Rome with me, know what is it like to zip around this chaotic city on my motorino, my scooter. Usually, I am balacing my purse, high heels, skirt, shirt strap, and dodging fearlessly in and out of traffic-- a sort of tango with the other drivers around me.

It is so hot in Rome that I often wear skirts and have to constantly tug the hem down to make sure the whole garment doesn't fly up in my face, giving the men of Rome a nice eyeful (I often don't wear underwear, so they get more than they bargained for).

Last night, on my way to a dinner party with the Danish embassy, I hopped on my motorino wearing a gorgeous turquoise blue Max Mara dress. I spent so much time keeping the hem tucked between my knees, that I didn't notice the sleeve of my dress sliding down, down, down... I finally hit a pothole and ^poof^ the whole top of my dress was around my waist, and needless to say, I was not wearing a bra. I was smack in the middle of hard-core traffic so I couldn't stop my scooter, nor could I make my way to the side of the road. For a couple of seconds, I steared with one hand, and managed to get part of top up.


Thursday, July 07, 2005

My mom's new house in Umbria


Since I have some time on my hands, and since I have just discovered the art of adding pictures, I will take advantage of it...

This first series of pictures is me getting my hair cut this past fall... So drammatic!

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

I'm Back!

I have survived the damned test... but I don't think I passed. All the Italians, who are big cheaters, were coping and working on the test together in groups. I had no one to cheat off, so I had to work on the exam alone. Even thought I studied, art, the popes, history, and geography, they asked the randomest questions, like: Which of the following trees grows hightest? And, How was this lake formed? Or, Where is the festival of the snail held? Fuck if I know. We had to study the art and history of 91 towns, and each town had 2-4 festivals. Fuck if I even cared to know them all!!!

On a brighter note, Sista Lindz came to town, and we had some fun semi-drunken night. I terrified her by zipping around Rome on a scooter, while she hung on for dear life.

I will try to start blogging again on a reguar basis...

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