So I'm really excited to get to Rome for two reasons. One, it's uh... Rome.
And two, I'm tired of hearing the same nasty story from this older woman who's friends with our neighbors. She's told me it three times now. All times drunk. I'll call her Joyce. The story goes like this: (all caps indicates yelling. she yells. it's how she talks.)

Joyce: RAAAACHAAAAAAAAAAEL! YOU'RE GOING TO ROME??? AHHHHHHH!!!!
Me: Yeah, I'm super excited!*
Joyce: WELL, I have to tell you, watch out for those Italian men. I once had an Italian boyfriend and I would visit him. And I must tell you... Those Italian men have got moves. THEY'VE GOT MOVES! They make the best lovers.

This is coming from a 60-65 year-old plastered woman. THREE TIMES. She's said this to me 3 times!!!

*I'm also anxious to get away because I've exhausted this phrase enough.