It's official!

I love you, mom. I love you, dad. But the simple fact remains that this is the first blog post I've made while being somewhat drunk.

Tomorrow is our first day off, and everybody had kind of a fantastic time. Right now, I'm not 100% sure where my Roma zippy is, but I think it's with some girl one floor down. Let's do this chronologically.

Class went well, we got our knife and club choreography and it was absolutely awesome. Zack was a great partner, I was less comfortable with him than I was with Stephen, so we stepped it up a bit. I handed off the camera to Stephen to film, but he missed the fight, so I caught the review version, so enjoy the messed up color and Jason criticizing us during a long pause sequence. The intensity was kicked up a ton, and it felt awesome.

After class, I talked to Kenny briefly, and his sister will pick me up tomorrow afternoon to attend a barbecue (which means free lunch/dinner!) and I get some quality time out of the hotel. Stephen and I had more teriyaki chicken, which will probably be a staple of our dinners since we have so much rice and so many chicken breasts. He stayed in to talk to his girlfriend while I walked with Greg down to the Olive Garden where Danny and Jason and about thirty students were getting dinner.

I ordered a martini the way I like it at the bar (Bombay, two drops of vermouth, up, olives) and the bartender turned the bottle upside down and kept going. I watched her intently the whole time, my smile spreading with each negligent second. It was the strongest martini I've ever had for less than eight dollars. Everyone else ate, and I had a great glass of Chianti (no farva beans or liver, unfortunately).

We moved on to a karaoke bar I can't recall (four nights of karaoke a week, completely unacceptable) but Joon and Jana were buying round for everybody, so I proceeded to enjoy myself. If it weren't for my dramatic necessity for perfect spelling, this would be horrible. I got up and sang The Strokes' "Reptilia", which is probably the song most suited for my vocal range, loaned out my jacket to this girl Erica who was too dumb to wear sleeves, and got a ride home with Danny. We listened to his lyrical stylings on his iPod on the way home, including the stunt school theme song, and a charming little ditty called "You're A Stupid Cunt".

Danny is a good person, and I love him dearly.