Lynda's Weird and Wonderful Excellent Roman Adventure
i am beginning to think Rome, a city of 2,500,00+ inhabitants is somehow attached to that mythical place known as "The Twilight Zone". either that or i have the uncanny ability of really having planets aligned in some weird ass way that makes no sense to me.
in the last quasi two years, here are just a few of the weird and wooley examples of things that make me scratch my head and say "what the f.....?"
1.) I move to Rome to live with the mad cyclist and my best friend and former next door neighbor who is living in Pisa, gets a job in Rome working for FAO and finds an apartment 3 blocks to my left.
2.) 3 weeks later, another close friend and ex-flatmate from Florence lands a huge conservation project restoring Papal Carriages in Rome and moves 3 blocks to my right.
3.) My relationship with said crazed bike rider gets bumpy and I start a fledgling literary group to maintain my sanity.
4.) Two days before the second such literary event, I have a chance meeting in front of one of the offices I was working at with someone I dated briefly before moving to Rome and, as he also writes poetry, I invite him to join our little reading salon. He says sure, he'd love to and shows up with his date, (the ex-girlfriend of aforementioned cycling dude)
5.) Admitting defeat, I confess I hate pedaling my way around Rome and move out of said bike infested house, answering an advertisement for a temporary apartment with a gal named Magda. Putting down the deposit, I meet her outgoing flatmate Javier, who works directly with some of my students in my Report Writing classes at Cisco.
6.) Then a few days later, I realize Magda is close friends with my friend working at FAO.
7.) I then invite the editor of the magazine I write for to join us over to my friend's apartment and along with her cluster of friends from the UN we make limoncello and discover that they were all at the same party together the night before.
8.) I go on a date with a friend of a friend and find out he is an Anti-mafia Magistrate. (Too scary for many reasons, we decide to leave it at wine and cheese).
9.) I fix homemade risotto for another friend of a different friend oand he turns out to work for the US State Department in one of those unidentifiable roles that always leave you wondering if they are being groomed for a diplomatic post or if their real work is something out of a Tom Clancy spy novel. What is it with me and gun carrying dudes with death wishes?????
I think my next serious dating relationship (if there ever is one) will include a lengthy MMPI for all applicants.
in the last quasi two years, here are just a few of the weird and wooley examples of things that make me scratch my head and say "what the f.....?"
1.) I move to Rome to live with the mad cyclist and my best friend and former next door neighbor who is living in Pisa, gets a job in Rome working for FAO and finds an apartment 3 blocks to my left.
2.) 3 weeks later, another close friend and ex-flatmate from Florence lands a huge conservation project restoring Papal Carriages in Rome and moves 3 blocks to my right.
3.) My relationship with said crazed bike rider gets bumpy and I start a fledgling literary group to maintain my sanity.
4.) Two days before the second such literary event, I have a chance meeting in front of one of the offices I was working at with someone I dated briefly before moving to Rome and, as he also writes poetry, I invite him to join our little reading salon. He says sure, he'd love to and shows up with his date, (the ex-girlfriend of aforementioned cycling dude)
5.) Admitting defeat, I confess I hate pedaling my way around Rome and move out of said bike infested house, answering an advertisement for a temporary apartment with a gal named Magda. Putting down the deposit, I meet her outgoing flatmate Javier, who works directly with some of my students in my Report Writing classes at Cisco.
6.) Then a few days later, I realize Magda is close friends with my friend working at FAO.
7.) I then invite the editor of the magazine I write for to join us over to my friend's apartment and along with her cluster of friends from the UN we make limoncello and discover that they were all at the same party together the night before.
8.) I go on a date with a friend of a friend and find out he is an Anti-mafia Magistrate. (Too scary for many reasons, we decide to leave it at wine and cheese).
9.) I fix homemade risotto for another friend of a different friend oand he turns out to work for the US State Department in one of those unidentifiable roles that always leave you wondering if they are being groomed for a diplomatic post or if their real work is something out of a Tom Clancy spy novel. What is it with me and gun carrying dudes with death wishes?????
I think my next serious dating relationship (if there ever is one) will include a lengthy MMPI for all applicants.
posted by ~Sparrow | Monday, June 04, 2007
2 Comments:
Your life isn't boring - that's for certain!
Oh, this proves your lucky star shines in Rome...And so does mine...but what has happend with the writers group?
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