It's Saturday Night.

I used to have school work 7 days a week when I was in grad school, Karen, so your nerdom does not approach the true epic realms. Sorry I was unable to help entertain during this night. Hope the project went well.
 
I went to the longest wedding in history. Started eating antipasti and drinking prosecco at their house at 9 am. Proceeded to mass at 1130, but I stayed outside and vandalized the car. Then went to a beautiful palace obviously built when Friuli belonged to Austria, due to the gorgeous architecture....ate the dinner, which lasted from 3:30 pm until FUCKING MIDNIGHT. Ten-course meal from 3 PM UNTIL MIDNIGHT. Just in case you didn't get that, 8 and a half fucking hours, it was...JUST TO EAT. It was probably the best food I've ever eaten at a wedding, however. Didn't like the fact that the only wine they served was Pinot Grigio, although it was very good. There were a few pauses in between to let the food settle, but it was just too fucking long.

At least there was a belly dancer. Yup. A belly dancer.
 
Moving back to the US, I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my existence again, but I'm thrust into what could be called constant school work, and I'm dirt broke without a job, and weedless! I don't even have time to go look for a job, or even renew my license. Sorry this turned into a problems thread, but I had to vent like the rest of 'em.
 
you sacked rome and took carthage with the car?

Yes, and on my retreat, they gave me three days to gather my things, which I put a bunch of firebombs on ships, sailed them into the Roman armada, and made a fool of their general-of-the-week. Again.

After I sacked Rome, I gave it back to em and just took all the booty.
 
That sounds fantastic. Want to trade lives?

It DOES sound fantastic, and it is until 6:00 pm or so. But Italian weddings are events that you don't want to be the first person to leave, and no one seemed to be leaving. If it were up to me, I'd have left around 6. Fuck, I had already been there since 9 in the morning.

You have to remember that we were full of food around 4...but it just kept coming. It's fun the first time you do it...after that, it's just a pain in the ass.

Especially when outside the entire town was partying because of the Festival of the Holy Mary, and you're stuck inside in a fuckin' suit, forced to be on your best behavior.

Nah, if it would've ended around 8 pm or so, that woulda been awesome.
 
You motherfucker. La Notte Bianca a Roma? DOES IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT?

I don't feel sorry for you, Gali...not one iota.
 
Last night I started the evening with a delightful dinner of Bratwurst mit Sauerkraut and a couple o' glasses o' OKTOBERFEST (Hacker Pschorr = A+++++++) at ye olde local German themed pub. Also can't forget the gratifying goblet of mighty Mannekin Pis.

Following that, we sauntered over to the nearby venue for an evening of mellowed metal madness. Queue one local band that overplayed their welcome. Next up, LEAVES' EYES. Starting off, it seems this band could be decent. The ethereal vocal styling of Liv Kristine was competent, although the music itself was rather indistinctive. Next, it just went downhill, as out bursts a prime specimen of true simian upbringing. Surely he must have escaped from the last carny town the band unwittingly ventured through? Adding nothing to the music other than a pitiful growls, he spent most of his time jumping up and down, and bellowing pleads for the crowd to CLAP YOUR HANDS, YEAH! He was also sure to point out between each song that the next one was about "VIKINGS, THAT CAME TO YOUR COUNTRY, AMERICA!" , or "AMERICANS, THIS NEXT SONG IS ABOUT VIKINGS DISCOVERING YOUR COUNTRY", or "OUR NEXT SONG IS ABOUT VIKINGS... MEETING INDIANS!" .. Ok, we get the picture?

Kamelot then took the stage, but we could only endure them for a few songs. The mood was exemplified by the backing female vocalist, who spent her time with a look of outright boredom upon her persona.

A pleasurable experience was listening to Solitude Aeturnus on the loudspeakers between bands, but the highlight of the night can be attributed to the most comfortable bed I've had the pleasure to sleep in, provided by the Courtyard Marriott.
 
Saw Leaves' Eyes, Battlelore, and Atrocity in Salzburg, Austria a couple o' years ago, and I thought they were awesome. It was Leaves' Eyes debut album, which imo was better than the last. In fact, at that show I ran into a girl who used to frequent the forum....she's a photographer...I forget her name. I walked up to her and asked her if she posted on the Neverboard often and she recognized me and obviously vice versa, and we had a nice little chat. Cool chick, great photographer.

Atrocity fucking slayed live. Liv Christine and her husband Axel are cool as shit. I think that's his name, Axel Krull. Fuck it...the lead singer of Atrocity who's married to Liv. Cool peeps.

Austrian audiences seem like they take valium before a concert. They have to be the calmest metalheads I've ever seen.
 
Last night I started the evening with a delightful dinner of Bratwurst mit Sauerkraut and a couple o' glasses o' OKTOBERFEST (Hacker Pschorr = A+++++++) at ye olde local German themed pub. Also can't forget the gratifying goblet of mighty Mannekin Pis.

Following that, we sauntered over to the nearby venue for an evening of mellowed metal madness. Queue one local band that overplayed their welcome. Next up, LEAVES' EYES. Starting off, it seems this band could be decent. The ethereal vocal styling of Liv Kristine was competent, although the music itself was rather indistinctive. Next, it just went downhill, as out bursts a prime specimen of true simian upbringing. Surely he must have escaped from the last carny town the band unwittingly ventured through? Adding nothing to the music other than a pitiful growls, he spent most of his time jumping up and down, and bellowing pleads for the crowd to CLAP YOUR HANDS, YEAH! He was also sure to point out between each song that the next one was about "VIKINGS, THAT CAME TO YOUR COUNTRY, AMERICA!" , or "AMERICANS, THIS NEXT SONG IS ABOUT VIKINGS DISCOVERING YOUR COUNTRY", or "OUR NEXT SONG IS ABOUT VIKINGS... MEETING INDIANS!" .. Ok, we get the picture?

Kamelot then took the stage, but we could only endure them for a few songs. The mood was exemplified by the backing female vocalist, who spent her time with a look of outright boredom upon her persona.

A pleasurable experience was listening to Solitude Aeturnus on the loudspeakers between bands, but the highlight of the night can be attributed to the most comfortable bed I've had the pleasure to sleep in, provided by the Courtyard Marriott.

well said :Spin:
 
last night i went to work. sunday night is devoted to football and homework. monday night is school and job search, tuesday is pure job search wednesday is school... blah blah blah
 
yeah being a senior is both awesome and not so awesome at the same time; i have very little time for friends already and the semester just started :(

but one has to do what one has to do...

i'm also trying to find some programs for going to europe after i graduate...

looking at this: http://www.cdsintl.org/cbyx/cbyxfromusa.htm
 
I went to the longest wedding in history. Started eating antipasti and drinking prosecco at their house at 9 am. Proceeded to mass at 1130, but I stayed outside and vandalized the car. Then went to a beautiful palace obviously built when Friuli belonged to Austria, due to the gorgeous architecture....ate the dinner, which lasted from 3:30 pm until FUCKING MIDNIGHT. Ten-course meal from 3 PM UNTIL MIDNIGHT. Just in case you didn't get that, 8 and a half fucking hours, it was...JUST TO EAT. It was probably the best food I've ever eaten at a wedding, however. Didn't like the fact that the only wine they served was Pinot Grigio, although it was very good. There were a few pauses in between to let the food settle, but it was just too fucking long.

At least there was a belly dancer. Yup. A belly dancer.


That sounds like something I'd enjoy actually!

I would not however enjoy a limited selection of wine though :lol: