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We were drunk when we posted last night and somehow didn't post everything we wanted to, here is the revised post...

Sorry it's been so long, we like to party.

Update on Blakeley's birthday bash: Remember how Ashkon slept in Emily's bed? Well, the 19 year old also PEED in the birthday girl's closet. There were little pee puddles all over. She was not amused.

Kids, it's time to learn.

Last week we went to the Doge's Palace and the Basilica of Saint Mark. In a nutshell, it's pretty freaking awesome. The columns surrounding the Doge's Palace are significantly shorter than one would expect, this is because over time they've built up the ground around the columns because Venice is sinking. Each column has a different capital, representing various virtues and stories from the Old Testament. The Doge's Palace was Venice's Civic Center. Inside was gorgeous, naturally. It displayed intricate Renaissance artwork and other pieces that dated from the 11th Century. The Doge's Palace also contains the original Venetian prison. The prison connects to the Doge's Palace through the "Bridge of Sighs." If you want to learn more, come visit us.

San Marco's is INCREDIBLE. It is a fusion of byzantine and gothic architecture. Being the lucky ducks that we are, we got a private night viewing. We laid on the floor of San Marco's looking up at the ceiling as the lights slowly turned on. The entire basilica was lit up. This was amazing because the basilica's walls are made up of golden mosaics. There is over 8,000 square feet of mosaics in the building. The mosaics document both Old Testament and New Testament stories. Below the alter lies the relics of St. Mark. Being the crafty people that they are, the Venetians stole the relics from Alexandria in 834.

On Saturday night we attended the opera at La Fenice (the phoenix). It is called the phoenix because it has burned down and rebuilt twice. It is also the origin of the opera. We saw "Turn of the Screw," it was weird. It was about some little kid who were molested and then creeped on by their dead molesters and they were possessed. The kids (brother and sister) were also hooking up, they were like 10. The opera house was cool though. Our tickets were hella expensive, but we couldn't see anything! Professore (a huge G) was able to score us box seats for the second act.

After the opera we went to dinner and drinks. We went to Harry's for drinks. We guess some famous people used to hang out there so they can charge 15 euro for a TINY bellini, plus cover charge. Professore felt bad that we broke the bank on a 5 oz alcoholic beverage, so he took us to a nice dinner and bought hella vino. This is where the night really began. We went through about 12 carafs of wine, it was awesome. Toasts were made and even professoressa was drunk. After some good ol' beef (we are SO over italian food), to Fabio's it was.

Honestly, we don't know what happened there. We know we danced, we drank, we took flaming shots, but that's about it. We attempted to go to casino. (BLAKELEY JUST FELL OUT OF HER CHAIR RIGHT NOW IN PERSON!! HAHAHAHAHA). Unfortunately for us, we didn't have ID. Who carries ID in Italy? They didn't believe Blakeley was 18. Haha, OK Emily's kidding, they just wouldn't let us in. So Jace escorted us/put us on a boat. It took us to the bus station, where we got on the water bus to take us home. We got on the bus and took a little nap. We woke up to some Italian man fanning us. Thank god, this country is HOT. We wake up in the morning, sweating. We spend all day, sweating. We shower. Then go to bed, sweating. I don't think we smell. The Italians do though! Apparently they haven't mastered the 3 showers a day method that we employ.

Before we knew it, it was Monday and we wanted to party again. Our class on Tuesday is a joke because professoressa teaches it instead of professore. Professoressa is as qualified as we are to teach this class and she doesn't wear a bra, she had lopsided nipples and she's crazy. We hate her. We didn't think it was a big deal to go out Monday night. So we skyped with Mad Dog, (WE LOVE AND MISS YOU) and decided it was time to go out after. Within 15 minutes of arriving at Fabio's, we had mojito's in hand and taken 4 shots. 3 of which were flaming. BAD NEWS OR BOMB DIZZLE, depends on the source. Within 1/2 an hour, we were wasted and loving life. We needed food. They don't have fries at Fabio's like they do at the Duch (weak sauce), so we went to a gyro joint nearby. Crochettes may be our new favorite food.

At around 2 AM, we decided it was time to make our way home. We thought we could just walk, so we went on our way. We were wrong. Reaching the peninsula of the little fish of Venice, we realized we were on the wrong island. SHIT. Fortunately, we are skilled. We made our way to a vaporetto (water bus) stop and found our way home. We arrived to our front door at 3:15. Emily decided it was a good idea to skype with her Dad, so she was up LATE. Good thing class starts at 10 and her Dad appreciates extreme levels of inebriation.

The next morning was rough, mostly because professoressa talked for about 3089300917094385093 minutes. She has awkard misplaced nipples and never wears a bra or pants you can't see her black panties throughhhhh!! GROSS.

We went to La Basilica of San Antonio in Padova yesterday. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. HollaB and Em-Thug both cried! It was so beautiful and touching.

P.S. y'all better start commenting or we'll stop posting. Also, apologies in advance because we have gotten more drunk as we've written this and do not have the capacity to spell check right now. We are going to BARCELONA this weekend, get READY FOR AMAZING stories. Also, Blakeley wants you to know we write this together, just from Emily's account.

Love and miss the shit out of you.

That's what you get for waking up in Venice.

Love ya,

Emily and Blakeley

Honestly, we don't know what happened there. We know we danced, we drank, we took flaming shots, but that's about it. We attempted to go to casino. (BLAKELEY JUST FELL OUT OF HER CHAIR RIGHT NOW IN PERSON!! HAHAHAHAHA). Unfortunately for us, we didn't have ID. Who carries ID in Italy? They didn't believe Blakeley was 18. Haha, OK Emily's kidding, they just wouldn't let us in. So Jace escorted us/put us on a boat. It took us to the bus station, where we got on the water bus to take us home. We got on the bus and took a little nap. We woke up to some Italian man fanning us. Thank god, this country is HOT. We wake up in the morning, sweating. We spend all day, sweating. We shower. Then go to bed, sweating. I don't think we smell. The Italians do though! Apparently they haven't mastered the 3 showers a day method that we employ.

Before we knew it, it was Monday and we wanted to party again. Our class on Tuesday is a joke because professoressa teaches it instead of professore. Professoressa is as qualified as we are to teach this class and she doesn't wear a bra, she had lopsided nipples and she's crazy. We hate her. We didn't think it was a big deal to go out Monday night. So we skyped with Mad Dog, (WE LOVE AND MISS YOU) and decided it was time to go out after. Within 15 minutes of arriving at Fabio's, we had mojito's in hand and taken 4 shots. 3 of which were flaming. BAD NEWS OR BOMB DIZZLE, depends on the source. Within 1/2 an hour, we were wasted and loving life. We needed food. They don't have fries at Fabio's like they do at the Duch (weak sauce), so we went to a gyro joint nearby. Crochettes may be our new favorite food.

At around 2 AM, we decided it was time to make our way home. We thought we could just walk, so we went on our way. We were wrong. Reaching the peninsula of the little fish of Venice, we realized we were on the wrong island. SHIT. Fortunately, we are skilled. We made our way to a vaporetto (water bus) stop and found our way home. We arrived to our front door at 3:15. Emily decided it was a good idea to skype with her Dad, so she was up LATE. Good thing class starts at 10 and her Dad appreciates extreme levels of inebriation.

The next morning was rough, mostly because professoressa talked for about 3089300917094385093 minutes. She has awkard misplaced nipples and never wears a bra or pants you can't see her black panties throughhhhh!! GROSS.

We went to La Basilica of San Antonio in Padova yesterday. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. HollaB and Em-Thug both cried! It was so beautiful and touching.

P.S. y'all better start commenting or we'll stop posting. Also, apologies in advance because we have gotten more drunk as we've written this and do not have the capacity to spell check right now. We are going to BARCELONA this weekend, get READY FOR AMAZING stories. Also, Blakeley wants you to know we write this together, just from Emily's account.

Love and miss the shit out of you.

That's what you get for waking up in Venice.

Love ya,

Emily and Blakeley

P.S.