I did remember one other little story from our trip. One night in trastevere after we had been out traipsing all over Rome one day, we were looking for somewhere to eat in the neighborhood so we headed off on foot from our hotel. Me and 2 old ladies, out on the town. Look out!
I have become kind of a beer snob over the last year. I've never been much of a drinker but I found a beer app called untappd and I have a little bit of a competitive streak in me and kind of OCD as well. Sometimes it's not a great combination!
So in my travels I'm always looking for a brand new beer so I can add it to my beer app and track what I've drank, where I've drank it, what kind of beer it is and whether I liked it or not. Like I said I've become quite the beer snob and since March of last year I've had over 300 different beers. Something I'm not proud of. Okay, actually yes I am!
Anywho, as we are searching out somewhere to eat nobody can make up their mind so we keep stopping at places finding different beers for me and they are drinking wine. By the time we settle on a nice little outdoor restaurant to eat, they are lit. Of course we order a couple bottles of wine with our Pizza.
Neither one of them drink very often and boy can they not handle their alcohol. This was actually the most fun we had on the entire trip because my mother quit being a judgmental bitch for once and we actually had fun. She didn't even terrorize the waiters with her snooty demands. However, I've mentioned she's a hypochondriac. Well, it turns out she's not a very good drunk either. Well, maybe she just needs to drink more often in actuality.
As the night went on they both got goofier and goofier. We were quite the trio. Almost like the rat pack.......(not) and when we got up to leave after eating our awesome little pizza and some more alcohol neither one of them could walk very well at all.
Problem was we really couldn't get a cab because we were within walking distance (less than a mile) but the streets are so narrow and they don't allow cars that time of night to come through.
I know my mother was drunk but I think she was also not as drunk as she was playing and here I am walking arm-in-arm with the two down these narrow streets keeping them both from falling down and they were giggling like little school children. It was actually a little embarrassing but I can also see the humor in it so I tried to be as patient as possible.
There were several close calls where one would stumble and almost take the three of us to the ground. It was actually really difficult and we had to go really really slow at times. It was kind of torture .
We would walk by little stores where you could see their goods in the window and they'd have to stop and Marvel at how pretty some of the things were and that they just have to come back when the stores open and buy whatever shiny object they couldn't take their eyes off of. My patience was wearing thin!
To make matters worse I really didn't know my way around too well. We generally would just keep walking around the neighborhood until we saw some visual clues that would help us find the hotel because it wasn't exactly easy to stay oriented with the way the neighborhoods are all laid out. So this particular night it probably took us well over an hour to find their way back when normally it might take 10 to 15 minutes.
I finally got them back to the room and tucked in for the night. Like I said that's probably the most fun we had together on the entire trip but I wouldn't recommend doiing THAT again.