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Published: July 10th 2006
First of all I would like to point out that Renee has set the standard for comments on this blog and I expect all of you to follow suit. I miss you back, nizzle!!
Okay, I sorta let the blog fall by the wayside for a bit there. To catch up, I will employ the FAQ gimmick (almost as well loved as the top five gimmick, yes?)
FAQ
Q. Where are you?
A. Lisbon, Portugal. I have to say that this place is hands down the best yet. It is so warm (in every sense of the word) and lovely and quiet and loud at all the right times and so ridiculously wonderfulbeautifulawesome that I can't even be sarcastic about it. A place so wonderfulbeautifulawesome that I, Kelly, am at a loss for sarcastic commentary. Just take a second to think about that.
Q. You stayed an extra couple of days in Amsterdam didn't you.
A. (giggle giggle)
Q. You didn't happen to try and travel via train during that railworkers strike and get stuck for an extra 30 hours or so waiting in stations and trains and dealing with the most disorganized rambleshitrunaround inefficient bullshit crappy crappy damn couple of days did you?
A. Yes, yes in fact we DID try to travel during that strike.
Q. Did you watch the world cup outside in a crowded street where televisions had been pulled from their bars and subsequently find yourself toasting all of Lisbon in endless languages receiving beers on tabs you knew not participating until nearly dawn in a celebration that made the red sox world series victory party look like three ladies named helen enjoying a celebratory tea after a satisfying but not unusual bridge victory?
A. I think I will have the victory song in my head for years to come. Ciampioni del mondo!
Realizations\observations\non-sequitors:
1. The only thing seamless about this vacation is my tan.
Um, yeah, we feel that all beaches should be free from those constrictive spandex devils, btw. Sure, it was weird at first. I mean getting naked with your sister is one thing, when you're drunk. But on a crowded beach in broad daylight. Regardless, once those babies were liberated there was no going back. Is this awkward?
2. "Kelly nothing bothers me about you except your presence."
We have had but one fight, actually. It resulted in a little crying and then, since we were trapped on a train that may or may not have been headed in the right direction, a visit to the bar car saw the bartender taking pity upon we sad little waifs, giving us free port, and all was fine.
3. We are not hobo material.
We sorta overspent a bit in the first few weeks and decided a great way to save money would be to stop staying in hotels. After four homeless days, being kicked awake by security guards, realizing that the rain in spain falls mainly wherever you are trying to sleep, a very cold beach, very hard marble bus station floor, and one seriously creepy Barcelona rent-a-cop we checked into Hotel Globo and developed a new appreciation for showering and sleeping on a bed.
Miss you all. More drunk comments, please.
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Jane
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Okay, fine, Renee may be a frequent commenter, but did you compliment you (kelly) on your great rack? Je ne pense pas!