The US Embassy... and stuff

I want everyone to know that your hard earned US tax dollars were hard at work tonight punishing the livers of Notre Dame students at the residence of the US Ambassador to the Vatican. The ironic thing is that many of the people there were underage, so the US government (I guess I am assuming that it was on the government's dime... but I don't think I'm making a big assumption here. You'd understand if you were here) was providing a perfect opportunity for people to break the law, considering the residence is technically US soil (for my part... I plead the fifth).

As I said, it was a very pleasant party. The Rooneys were very gracious, and Kathleen looked like she had been to about a million of those kind of parties before. She was constantly like "oh God, my parents are going to kill me if I look like I'm talking to you guys all night. Let's move, and it'll look like I'm getting around the party". A whole different lifestyle than what I'm use to, for sure.

A lot of people showed up. Maybe around fifty. There were some cool people there, too. A couple of priests, and some dude who worked for Ambassador Rooney who graduated from Georgetown in 2003. He was cool, and was hanging around talking to me, Chad, Durst, Gorsche, and Kathleen a bunch. The party slowly but surely drew to a close, and there were about twelve of us who were left over. All the London kids and ND were/are still around, so we took them for a last night out. We headed to some pub/ dinner spot that the archies like to go to (there were two or three archies with us) called Mickey's. It was really, really cheap, and it was also very close to the Pantheon. It defied the laws of economics, like Old Bridge. So, anyway, we had a great meal of delicious cheap food to satisfy our drunken cravings (or sober cravings. Nobody broke the law. We promise.) and we then headed out to Campo. On our way, we stopped by the architecture studio to check it out. A bunch of poor archies were working like mad on some project that is due next week. Poor, poor souls. On a Saturday night at 11:30 in Rome, no less.

So, after that, we headed to Campo. As if they weren't drunk enough from the open bar, a couple of kids grabbed some beers, and we hung out in the square, shooting the breeze, as always. After a while, the Notre Dame and London kids realized that they would be getting up at 7:30, because the ND kids have a relatively early flight home tomorrow (I'll see some London kids tomorrow morning, hopefully). We said our tearful goodbyes. It's sad, but then again, I'll see them soon enough. Of course, I may not be living in Dillon next semester, but I guess I may still see them regardless...