today was a normal day -- except i woke up late. that sucked. but then i realized, OH! my outfit is already picked out for the day (the exact thing i wore last night to the movies, how creative). my fears floated away, so i suited up in this amazing navy blue grandfather sweater that i bought at a flea market on sunday (posts to follow on this very subject). i ran down the 72 steps of my apartment and hit the streets when i realized, wow my new (or i should say newly thrifted) bag broke beneath my grasp. awesome. i am not carrying my doctor-esque looking bag around like it is a cute evening clutch. looks like i'm carrying a box in my arms. but at least i'm pulling it off. my look is completed: a grandpa doctor. took my fashion marketing exam and finished in a jiffy. and even "did" my italian homework is even less time. i felt an urge to run to one of the various bridges on the Arno. coincidentally there is a fantastic party-for-your-taste-buds gelateria at the foot of the very bridge that i picked. a medium biscotti gelato found its way into a cone and then into my hand. to be completely honest, i only ever get "un gelato piccolo," but today i wrote my sister an email stating i would eat a gelato for her since she went home. and i couldn't lie, so i figured a medium gelato would suffice. i'm a good sister is what it comes down to. after i bid the-very-happy-to-be-working-in-a-gelateria lady farewell, it took two quick passes for me to find the most prime realestate-able place on that bridge. i had a plan, i was gonna sit with my back against the lamp post on the bridge wall. with my wayfayers on, even though my back would be to the sun. instant fear when i reached the bridge: and it's not because i was about to sit with my body looming over the great Arno river at high noon on a windy windy day -- it was because i realized i had a massive gelato overflowing and dripping with biscotti -- in a cone. how was i going to get up on the wall of the bridge? talking my cone through it, i delicately placed my temporary gastronomical best friend against a brass lamp post situated on the bridge wall. gross, i know. but what was i to do? i wanted to enjoy my cone sitting down and there was no other way of getting around it. anyways, i licked my cone to the core even after leaning it on the lamp post. oh well. my mom-mom always says "you need to eat a pound of dirt before you die". though, i think i'm up to a good 7 pounds by now since that whole craze in 5th grade about the "5 second rule," but that's another story. while propped comfortable against the lamp post (which was really pretty & decorated, by the way) i noticed tons of people starting at me as they walk past. it could be a shopping cart full of reasons why. i've narrowed it down to these: 1) they're confused by the non-italian wearing my grandpa looking sweater that i wore with tights and too much gold jewelry 2) they're jealous because what i'm doing is clearly the best thing anyone could be doing on a day like this. 3) they're playing with the idea of seeing me, my gelato, broken bag/clutch, and gold jewelry being pushed off the bridge into the murky water below. think i'll ignore them i'd wanna be me. fortunately for me, i'm having one of those very rare love-every-song-my-ipod-puts-on-shuffle days. the reason this is a rare occurrence is because i have quite a plethora of musical melodies scadaddling on my ipod. from the lizzie mcguire movie songs, to italian phrases, from random musicmondays to horrible techno mixes. today i only had to change lizzie's song. while we're on the subject of gross lovey dovey couples that make me sick and jealous all at the same time with charming sundresses, cropped trousers, and straw fedoras -- there's one sitting near me on the bridge. how many bridges are there in florence? could you go to another one? or at least to the other side of the side of the bridge so i can hardly see just how happy you both truly are? just kidding, making things even better, the vomit-worthy, so-in-love couple across the bridge just checked in & have arrived just in time for me to hate them.
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