"Qu'est que sup"

Sunday I was invited to a barbeque at a family member's farm. I think I've pretty much met the whole family by now. It was a good time. We ended up playing some mini soccer . . . tiny field + tiny ball = mini soccer. They were quite brutal, so I fit right in. I had no problem with kicking the shins of the weak [anyone under ten]. The creativity meter was off the charts — our teams were the high-pants vs. the low-pants. I was lucky enough to be on the high-pants team because, like myself, ethics were lacking. In the end, there were only two injuries. I escaped unscathed.


Monday, I ventured into the lovely land of Sorrento. I walked to the bus stop, took the bus stop to the ferry, and the ferry to Sorrento. I didn't really go over with a plan, so I just walked around with my camera, went into some shops, and went to a movie. I saw the movie Young @ Heart. The documentary about the old people in a choir singing rock/punk songs. I highly recommend it. [I don't recommend Burn After Reading — I want those two hours of my life back.] I did manage to buy a pair of souvenir shoes, but not before I looked like a moron in front of the sales lady. So remember when I told you I played soccer on a farm? Well I wore the same shoes. When I took my shoe off to try the new one on, tons of grass and dirt fell out. I was hoping she didn't see it, but I'm sure she did. It went all over the dark purple carpet. Then she was like, "The strap goes over the foot not around the back." Oh, that would make sense, wouldn't it. I'm sure she was wondering who let me out in public.

On the way back home I took the ferry to the bus stop, hitch hiked to the post office and then walked home. Well, the initial plan was the bus, and I was standing at the bus stop, [in the freezing cold] when a car backed up and asked if I needed a ride. It was a family of four . . . very threatening, so I hopped in. They were great and asked me if I would be interested in babysitting. So in the end, who was the bigger idiot: the person who got in the car, or the family who asks the stranger to babysit? It's a toss up.