Bee sting

It's okay momma - one pair of khakis can go a long way for this boy, especially with exercise shorts. No real worries, just using my blog for the format's most popular usage: whining.

So, anyways, I completely forgot one of the exciting (though not positive) moments of my day earlier: a bee crawled into my Birkenstocks immediately after I was done with the permesso di soggiorno, couldn't get out, and proceeded to sting me. It hurt. My #3 and #4 toes got really swollen, and I couldn't walk right for about 4 hours. Ouchies. But it's all good now.

Tonight, the plan is to be the male escort (not that kind of male escort) for a bunch of the girls who did not go to the Friends bar last night for the free food (I think the "safety in Rome" orientation thoroughly frightened the girls about going out without a guy friend). I have no idea what the plan is after that, but it should be fun.