Got everything ready, and washed. Finished all my errands. Shit just needs to be thrown in a bag. Kinda sketched out right now cause I found out yesterday that Carlo and Dorfler aren't meeting up with me untill Amsterdam. Apparently, they can't get a train to Lisbon, Portugal for their flight to Dublin.

So, thats leaves just me, and Carlo's best friend John in Dublin. Then I'm by myself in Brussels.

Starting to get excited. Clifton's giving me a ride to the airport. Flight is 7 and 1/2 hours long. I land in London at 7 a.m. --their time. Then connect to Dublin. Weather there is 70 degrees. Do I still need that fucking sweatshirt I packed thats taking up so much room? And I'm still pissed about bringing dress shoes along. They're big and heavy. But, if Carlo is right, I won't be too pissed when I'm bumpin' and grindin' in some phatty clubs. You know how we do. Holla!

Flights were good. Sat next to old married people. Both times. Don't order the steak, get the chicken. Steak tastes like rubbery shit on American Airlines. In London, I had a beer at 7.30 in the morning while watching a rugby match. Dublin.... one word:

Awoke to shitty weather. Walked ALL of Dublin searching for this pub called Kitty O'Sheas that Guy Phipps' wife worked at. NO Dubliner has heard of it. Turns out it no longer exists-- they ripped the fucker down. Wild goose chase. Oh well, it was a nice walk-- untill it started POURING. Walked for an hour in the rain, then I cracked. Spent my lunch money on an umbrella. Ten minutes after that, it stopped raining. Dublin is too expensive... went to a supermarket and made me a sandwich for dinner. It stays light out till about 9.45 here, which is really cool. I leave here tomorrow at 7 a.m.

Beautiful sunrise. National holiday today in Ireland. Found that out AFTER I stood at the bus stop for an hour. Walked all the way over to the train station. Caught the express bus/tram thing to the airport. Flight was good, nothing exciting. Belguim was a piece of shit. Had a beer in the train station. They spoke French there, so thats a big strike against them. Oh and Belguim: I looked at those fucking waffles, and I've seen shingles that looked tastier than those pieces of crap. Train ride took FOREVER. Delayed over an hour too. It took 7 hours took get here to Holland, and still, no sign of Carlo and Dorfler....

Met up with Carlo and Dorf just fine. They got in last night and we walked the whole city till 4 in the morning. It's amazingly beautiful here. Kelly met with us this morning, but later then expected. She had an altercation in the train station where someone picked up her bag, thinking it was their own.. she got it back. Walked all over the city again (the Redlight District is fucking awesome), got back to the hostel to drink during happy hour ($2 Heinekens), and after a few beers half way across the world, 17 hours away from home, in walks Leesie, my X of two and a half years time, whom I haven't spoken to since August. I fucking FREAKED the fuck out. "In all the gin-joints in all the world..."

So me, Carlo, Dorfler, and Kelly all got hammered and wandered around again till late in the night. Oh, and an ATM machine ate dorfler's card. That should make things interesting...

Woke up hung over (of course) at 3 P.M. Found out that, in order to catch our flight to Rome, we needed to rock an overnight train. Walked all the way to the train station, bought tix, get hammered, walked back to the hostel. Dorf, Kelly, and Carlo wanted to sleep (!!!???) to be ready for the train ride, so I said fuck that, and proceeded to get wasted with these two dudes from New Zealand. Got lost trying to make it to the Red Light district. Made it back to the hostel just fine, thank you.

Today was the WORST day of this whole trip. After:

staying up all night, hauling our shit to the station, switching trains five times BEFORE we got to Brussels, searching for a cab, getting to the airport late, having the airline lady tell us we were too late, begging her to let us on, arriving in Rome, waiting for our late train to Naples, sitting on a train for over an hour, finding out that the greatest pizza place in the world was closed (pizza was invented in Naples, people), hauling our shit still, sweating all day -cause Italy is like 90 degrees, taking another train to Sorrento, getting lost trying to find the hostel, taking another cab to get there,...

We then found out, WE WERE IN PARADISE. I'm not lying when I say that Sorrento, Italy, is truly one of thee most beautiful places on Earth. Everywhere you look, you see ocean, mountains, beautiful women, lush greenery, etc...I'm seriously gonna run outta film....

Sorrento is amazing. Ask me about it when I get back. Chris Dorfler is a fucking legend. Ask me about him when I get back.

So, today we took a boat to the island of Capri. Capri..... Capri is fucking ree dick you lous. Theres this thing called The Grotto. Its a cave in the side of a mountain right on the sea. Its hard to explain, but you basically get a guy in a row boat to take your ass in there when the mouth of the cave opens. I swam in there too, it was scary, and the water was an amazing electric blue color. Carlo and I missed the boat back to Sorrento, so we stayed with Astrid (who I danced with the night before and swam in the grotto with:-) ), Jaime, and Kaz -a group of Australians we met last night, and after dinner with them and drinking 4 bottles of wine in a park...

Carlo and I woke up to a crazy old Italian lady screaming at us cause we didnt pay to stay. If I wasnt still drunk, I probably wouldnt have freaked out so bad. We woke up late so we fucking hauled ass outta there to make it back to our hotel before check out, cause Kelly and Dorf were gonna go on without us to Rome. We busted into the hotel room all hurried, tired, drunk, and sweating and shit --and there they were, sleeping. Turns out they went ahead and booked us another night here, so we all went swimming in a grove in these Roman ruins. Ever see 'The Blue Lagoon'? It was kinda like that, but no naked Brooke Shields. Oh, and I saw all kinds of chicks in thongs sunbathing topless. Nice. Carlo got a boner. Met these two girls from Texas that were staying in our hotel. We invited them out for drinks with us. They were sisters, and the one girl was like 'Hey Whitney, tell them about your psycho X's.' And the other chick said 'Oh wow. Theres so many. Like Allison, Megan, Jessica...etc' She named like six or seven chicks. And me, being really drunk and Polish, I said 'Wait, I thought you were talking about X's.' She said 'I am.' And I was like 'Oh wow.' Carlo said 'Zims. You dont have a vagina. Theres nothing you can do about that.' Heres to picking up lesbians.... On to Rome and maybe Florence tomorrow for the last day.

Woke before ten to pack and head out. Chilled in Sorrento for a lill bit mo', then caught a train to Naples. Skipped the pizza place again to eat at McDonalds. Got to Rome after a hot, sweaty-assed train ride. Proceeded to show Dorfler all the main sites in Rome (I've been there last year). We were all too tired from traveling and the heat to stay up, so after one beer we went to bed. The next morning, I flew outta Europe at 10.15 a.m.