So this past weekend we decided to hang out in Rome after our trip to Ostia Antica instead of going somewhere else, but while we spent some time doing homework, we decided that a fun night was in order too. So begins Classy Night.
Here are the rules: dressy up classy, act classy, drink wine and try your best to stay classy.
Dress classy. Check. Molly even borrowed one of my dresses because it was so classy.
Act classy. Semi-check. I did spill my drink. Not classy.
Drink wine: Check. Sparkling rose wine.
Stay Classy. Check. In bed by 1.
The following is classy: living in Rome, dressy outfits, scarves, rap music, curly hair, nutella, marble floors (we got 'em!), cheesy zucchini, women, youtube, gelato, heels, the David statue, not doing homework (I'm being EXTRA classy right now), and our terrace.
The following is not classy: puking, pissing off Italian neighbors, boys, yelling, crawling on the floor, going to the bathroom in public, slurring, spilling, not drinking, showing undergarments, mohawks (Steve on my trip literally shaved the sides of his head last week!), being late, dirty feet, crying, hairy armpits, not showering, and having a one syllable name.
We made signs of these notices on grease stained pizza boxes (not classy) and hung them on the wall for everyone to see.
We went around all night saying things were or weren't classy. Example: (Molly to Sienna) Eating cheese is classy! (Kayla to Sam and Jordan when they came and hour and a half late) BEING LATE IS NOT CLASSY!
We had some fun playing Never Have I Ever and Hot Seat in the living room. I have discovered that these games are the best way to get to know people in a very short amount of time. Things get quite personal quite fast and afterwards you have no choice by to be friends with these people because they now know intimate details about your life and feelings that you wouldn’t want them spreading around.
While we intended to go dancing after spending some time chatting at our apartment, that never happened. Kayla, my roommate, was asleep by midnight and the rest of us just had no motivation to ride the bus for an hour to get there.
This, we decided, will be happening again in Greece and hopefully we’ll make it out the front door.
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