That's not how it works in Rome buddy!

Ok...I'll get to the title of the post, but for now this post is about watching the Super Bowl in Rome. I watched the game at THE place to watch American sports in Rome, an Irish Pub called Abbey Theater. I went there for a couple of the Gator games last Fall and just other random games. So it's kind of sad when you start to become a regular and recognize a lot of other "regulars" and start to be chummy with the bartenders. Anyhow, I got to the pub at about 8:30 to ensure I got a good spot for the 12:30 am start. Ok, I don't understand some girls, but sometimes some (not all mind you) can be reaaaaally annoying. I had been sitting in a nice spot and these girls came and sat next to me. I literally, kid you not, think these girls sounded exactly like the "Valley Girls" from Saved by The Bell. So I already couldn't stand sitting next to them, but these girls actually had the audacity to ask me to move. "So like I don't mean to be rude, but can you move so that we can eat?" Anyhow, two familiar girls and pub regulars noticed that and made room for me to sit at the bar. That did me a great favor, I no longer had to hear "Like...I got soooo drunk last night and it was soooo fetch...for sure. And there were these boys...hee hee hee hee" Ok the fetch part wasn't true (just a little movie reference for you movie buffs).

Anyways, the fun part of being at the bar is getting to chat with our favorite bartenders and I'm sure they appreciate having familiar faces in between them and the often impatient drink getters. We had the privilege of communicating orders to the bartenders which reaped a lot of benefits. Some people, in appreciation for our troubles would buy us an extra shot if they were buying shots. My Serbian friend from school, Milan came along and just laughed that people were getting wasted before the game got started. I enjoyed the game a lot and there were a ton of people there. My favorite part was when Hester from the Bears ran back the opening kickoff for a TD. Although, I was going for the bears I had three words for all the Bears fans that got way too excited..."Ten Ginn, Jr."

Ok so here's where the title of the post comes from. I eventually left when I knew the Bears wouldn't pull it off cause I was getting really tired. On my way out to the taxi station I noticed these Americans trying to call down a cab. So I was like...there's a taxi station a block over. So they followed me. They then tried to get in cabs ahead of people already waiting. When it came time for a cab for me, they tried to get in ahead of me. I thought to myself "you wouldn't even have known about this spot if it wasn't for me. Wait your turn." As I got into the cab, the guy tried to persuade the cab driver by saying in English "We have 4 people." I used my best weapon...Italian. I greeted the driver a good evening and told him where I was going. The driver didn't even look back and we left those dudes in the dust.