art adjacent fruit fly .

so Maija is here from Germany to visit for roughly ten days, thank god, I need someone to job-shaddow me becauae there's no way that ninety percent of my time isn't down-time. Wednesday Maija got into the uffizi for free because we just pretend she was part of my class. Martina kept eyeing her but never questioned. What professor wants to admit she forgot one of her students four weeks into the semester? no one. She ended up loving her new perspective student, comparatively. There's some REAL assholes (anyone for Stony Brook) in my class: instead of enjoying the birth of Venus like real fucking people, they're compulsively checking facebook on their blackberries and asking every question just answered. In the end: Maija gave a shit, so Martina didn't. Tuesday we attempted to see the Beatle's cover band but there was SOOO many hipsters. couldn't get through the hot ass doorway. Jazz Club seemed like the only reasonable default until we got lost and Adrienne was like OH secretly it's on the same street as my gym, turned out that she was looking at her GYM receipt and NEVER ever at her alleged Jazz Club receipt from last week. kaythanks. Found some randoms on the street that gave us fake directions, then proceeded to invite us to follow them to 'Rex Cafe.' I vividly remember getting lost (three blocks away form my apartment) coming home one night, I passed by this cafe and thought, someday. Someday it will be time for Rex and I to meet because if there's a ceramic mosaic back-splash at the bar, antique crushed velvet couches and bicycle parts hanging in the window I couldn't imagine quitting. Knowing that I'll never find it again on my own I knew we had to take the offer. Turns out, everything we needed from a Tuesday evening. LITERALLY the only Americans there, but 'Lolas and the Iguanas' didn't judge. All Italian indie garage bands are obligated to take any fans that are willing. Thursday we took a Hip-Hop class at Adrienne's gym. absolutly addictive. Even after that one class I was on such a natural high that I almost impulse bought a membership. although, seeing as I don't even use the free gym through my school and the fact that earlier that day I bought store-brand milk at the Coop just to save thirty cents... I'd never be able to justify that purchase. Friday we went to a costume party for a friend's birthday. it was a last-minute adventure so we exclusively bought our costumes from the euro store, took pulls of Martini gin on the walk there and appeared to be just classy enough for on-lookers to get it. after detoxing on Saturday we forced it: drank all the wine in the house and went out, got our dance on until we felt one too many unwelcome hands on our asses and ditched the club to get a well-earned Döner Kebab. Amazing: a burrito meets a gyro meets a cesar salad meets McDonolds fries meets your inner and outer thighs. good thing we're SO thin from all the Lucky Strikes, I don't know what we'd do. This morning Maija and I were exploring my neighborhood and found an incredible surprise vintage market. perfect. it had everything I never thought I needed. Postcards, jewelery, sunglasses, borderline pornographic sketches. Obsessed with this country. Adrienne allegedly had real things to do, I don't know who she thinks she is? but we're on vacation, so we can't be bothered. Instead, Maija and I made dinner and cleaned Adrienne's apartment. worked it out until genius decided to make unsound musical decisions. Sandstorm? doubt it. even with the contact high there was no way sandstorm was what anyone needed.