The seal has been broken

I won't say much, but I will say this: one of us finally made out with an Italian. A good looking one. If the person cares to be identified, she may do so.

After our failed attempt at a coastal driving tour yesterday, we spent the afternoon strolling about Sorrento. Strolling is the official pasttime of the Amalfi Coast. Not walking, not hiking...strolling. "DOMINATE THE STREETS!" When we were strolled out, we came back to the hotel to attempt to use the spa. Though this hotel is nice, conveniently located and cheap, the staff is absolutely worthless. We kept trying to get them to make an appt for us, but they wouldnt. They'd just say, "call back in an hour and we'll see if there still full." So instead we spent the afternoon enjoying some $2.50 prosecco in the room, talking about our hopes and dreams for the 1000th time. We rallied ourselves into hotness and headed out for a night on the town.

Ladies and gentleman...last night was a nightlife night like no other. After a short dinner we wandered into a few bars where everyone was watching futbol, and since that meant no one would be watching us, we wandered right back out. Earlier when we were out with Tony we saw a karaoke and dance bar that he said was "really cheesy." But cheesy was exactly what we were looking for. We walked in and were the only four people in the place. This might have been a bad sign for some other girls, but with an open mic and a responsive dj, it was just what the doctor ordered. I don't know Fids all that well, but let me tell you: that girl cannot say no to an open microphone. We had a buh-last singing at the top of our lungs and frightening away other customers.

Eventually we were joined by some German tourists who were scared at first but later got into it. And then we were overwhelmed by the entire 8th grade class of Sorrento Junior High. A group of the boys surrounded Fids and Beall as they danced and it was f-ing hilarious. After we'd officially exhausted the playlist, we headed over to a pub called Chaplins where we met Maria, the most adorable bartender/owner there. Shockingly enough, they too had karaoke, though they did not respond to my requests for Stevie Wonder. The end of the night arrived when E-Roc ordered us all limoncello shots that she then could not pay for, and a guy who worked at our hotel attempted to sell Liza into sex slavery. She got out though, and we came home, ate pringles, LJ and I yelled at each other for 20 minutes, and then to sleep. We slept in this morning way late but none of us are feeling too terrible, surprisingly enough.

Today we plan to stroll some more. Eat. Maybe stroll again. Eat again. Fids and LJ leave us tomorrow, so tonite is the last supper before three of us have the REAL last supper. Then back to reality. I can't even talk about it. Ciao!

(P.S. like Shaggy said, it wasn't me)