During the four-day orientation there were about as many birthdays. I mean I can think of better ways to spend my 21st than in a small Sanremo backstreet dancing with a lot of drunk people I have never met before...
My roommate had the [mis]fortune of having her birthday during our stay. She did at least pick a sophisticated venue for her meal - the boat club. We got hopelessly lost on the way and hadn't even come across the helper directing everyone to his 'boom gate' - whatever that was.
Although it might have been a posh venue, the same old food was rolled out: pasta and pesto, some questionable meat, stale bread. Mmm... my mouth is literally not watering. Not only that, but the presentation was impeccable - plastic plates and bowls and plastic knives and forks: you know when you're trying to cut up a piece of incredibly dry chicken, a fragile bit of plastic is just not going to do the trick. At the end of dinner the table was littered with broken eating irons. Only they weren't made out of iron and is thus the point I'm making.
As the night wore on, we felt it slipping away for some of the would-be campers and, as my roomie had had a bit of a rough night the previous day in the old town, I hot-footed it out with her and a my airport friends for a night of exploring Sanremo with a dash of banter and a spot o' gelato.
We ended up sitting at the entrance to Narnia (or the old town to everyone that hasn't read the previous post) eating our ice cream. We were 'approached' by several locals of the male variety and tried to distance ourselves from a very interesting conversation with a French immigrant as the witching hour edged closer.
Apart from that it was a really fun night and the other three girls were a great laugh. It's at this point that one of my old housemates would nod wisely whilst saying 'ahh, friends for a season' and I would then shout her down for being cynical. That said, however, she's right. They were my friends for a very short season of my life, but though they may have disappeared out of my day-to-day life, they're definitely not forgotten.
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