The Greek Disaster.

After book arts, I stayed to work on Photog fo sho tog and then after photog fo sho tog, I worked on book arts. The Gorilla and I have not been in the mood to cook lately..typical, so we went down the street to order greek on our way home, however it was a Greek disaster. This was only our second time going there and our friend had ordered for us last. We got our take out, only to find out after we were already happily in the Via dei Ginior Palace that we had ordered the wrong thing. Instead of getting their delicious chicken gyro, we got a bucket of chicken guts (it literally looked like chicken guts) two pita's and a jar of tzatziki sauce. They might use the same chicken guts in their delicious gyro that we ordered last time but when they wrap it up in lettuce with tomato, pickles and sauce, you forget what you are eating because the taste is sensational. For art history we had the option to write a 5 page paper or do a 15 min. presentation about a topic of our choice. Because I am quite the chatter and not so much the writer, I thought I might score extra brownie points and be the only student to do an oral presentation. Obviously the Gorilla and I were on the same wavelengths, because we a. both raised our hands when Frotto asked who wanted to do an oral presentation and b. we were the only people to raise our hands. Obviously, the only Jewish girl in the class decided to do it on the subject of the Pieta. Hey you know what, there was plenty of information, and it is actually interesting learning about the dead jesus coming off the cross. The presentation is tomorrow but due to last nights application fiasco and my glorious weekend in dam dam, I had to spend a majority of the day working on the presentation. The old Allison probably would of had the entire thing planned out over two weeks ago, but the night before did me just fine and I was able to finish before the Barca Barca freakies came to town. It was more of a struggle to finish the actual presentation because the Gorilla was off her rocker and would not stop pestering me. Sometimes when she doesn't get enough food at night, or looses all capabilities of being human, she turns into a true Gorilla and annoys the crap out of me. The little chickens arrived at the Santa Maria Novella train station at 11 pm and the Gorilla and I met up with Erica and Sara to greet them. Tonight was a really bizarre night, and for some reason, no one, not a soul seemed to be on the streets. We came to conclusion that with the election approaching, people were probably just in weird moods. Everything was silent. We found our friends waiting for us, and embraced them. It is weird but it was just 2 months have gone by since we saw them in Barca Barca, wow has time gone by so fast. We brought them back to the Via dei Ginori Palace and played the game of catch up mixed with the pillow palace delight.

this post is from the day of tue tue tuesday april the eighth in the year two thousand and eight. weird. oo 4 ooo 8 ooo 8