Sorry, Dad.

Last night I went to the theatre with Hilary, Stephanie, Paolo and Gianluca because Hilary's host mom said it was an opera and she had a friend in it, so she made us go to support him. Plus it was free for students. So why not! WELL. I don't know if the dates got switched or what, but whatever we sat through was not an opera. It was this crazyweird band with a singer that was just making noises in this deep grumble, and sometimes would toot some stuff on a clarisax. His voice sounded like a didgeridoo. Straight up. We were hysterical the entire first song... soo not what we were expecting. Like really, I don't know when the last time is that I've laughed that hard. At least we had our own little theatre box, and we were the only ones on the fourth floor... or we probably would have gotten kicked out. Props to the people on the ground floor that had to keep collected.
Anyway.... before the theatre I was chilling in the Piazza d'Italia with the AmeriCANs (American + Canadian... you still get American) and there was the normal 200+ people buzzing around, and Hil said that it's her dream to, before this year ends, be the only one in the Piazza. We realized it's unlikely, seeing as there's still too many people to count even past midnight on weekdays, but we started thinking up some 4am plans.
So after the play finished around 11, it was raining a bit, and we turned the corner to enter the Piazza and... empty. Hil immediately pulled out her list of things to do this year and crossed one off. We ran and danced. And played a bit, too. It was nice. :]