there's a first time for everything.
never has a phrase been more appropriate in my life.we went on holiday for 2 weeks, and here are a few of the things that i did for the first time ever in my life...
- watched as an active volcano erupted before our very eyes... lava and all. un-freaking-believable.
- taxi'd on a runway for longer than 3 hours... thank God for first-class, or i might not have survived. spoiled? yes. kidding? no.
- got kicked off a beach in sorrento. stoopid italians.
- chose drinking inside a bar vs. touring the colosseum. i'm sorry, but i have a limit on how many old buildings i can see in one day.
- got sick, throw-up sick, on a plane. i have ridden a plane about 5 million times in my life, and this was most definitely a first. the most embarrassing part was having to ask the hot (albeit gay?) steward for a glass of lukewarm ginger ale. hopefully i didn't have any chunks stuck on my lip. call me.
- had drinks in grand central station.
- went sailing.
- went sailing in malta.
- reached my limit in champagne consumption. if i taste one more drop of champagne, so help me...
- had my butt, quads and hamstrings slathered in pure alkaline and eletrocuted every 4 seconds for 45 minutes straight. i might as well have been vacationing in gitmo.
- told a maltese man that i had only known for 4 hours that i loved him. and meant it.
- passed gas with friends as a form of entertainment. nevermind, i lied. i've done this before.
- took better pictures than bryan. i was armed with our dinky little canon sd-whatever, and he with the mac-daddy camera, fancy lenses and all. the results speak for themselves. that's what you get when you dress like a tourist, peters.
- had a girl hit on me by telling me she had a brownie sundae that she wanted to make just for me, so i could taste the warm topping.
posted on Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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