Terrible Romance

Anonymous

Tonight, having virtually nothing to add to this blogosphere, I opted instead to concoct a tune to be the opening fanfare for my album. No regrets.

The opposite of this blog's title.

It's unfortunate that the blog title has to involve a negative image of connection (not to mention the unavoidable word association that leads one immediately to the new face of Amurika), because everything I have to say about romance on this trip is joyful. 

The hotel has suddenly livened up significantly -- there are several tables' worth of very cockney British accents (damned close to Australian, for some) floating around the room. Curiously, I'm having more difficulty understanding them than I do Greek. I write about language a lot, I think. Couldn't say why. 

I am, to my knowledge, the last remaining American in the lobby. I am going undercover, observing the mannerisms of this strange new flock of people who apparently are in the lobby of this hotel due to someone having a heart attack on their plane (or something). They are more boisterous and annoying than our class of Americans, who are stereotypically the loud and callous ones. They also all opt for tea over everything else, which is more amusing than surprising. Scratch that. Now they're moving in for the cocktails.

Hah! One just asked about "a Kentucky Fried Chicken shop." Ok, I'm done.

Oh! Ok, I have a meaningless connection to make.

As per my enlightened last post, Lady Gaga = Sacha Baron Cohen. Cohen transforms into several different people, and no one recognizes him. In this case, he becomes Lady Gaga.

In the story of Joseph and Aseneth, Aseneth converts and becomes unrecognizable, even to Joseph, who had previously spent a fair amount of time getting to know her with his hands. 

In the story of Kyle and Eυγενία, after a series of delightful rendez-vous, she recounted that her friends barely recognized her as she had opened up and come out of her shell. 

Yes, I just simultaneously related Eυγενία to both Aseneth, arguably the most beautiful woman since Helen, and Lady Gaga, arguably...well....Sacha Baron Cohen. I know, I'm a charmer. 

Does this mean anything? Probably not. But I tied the text together with the class content and my experience in Greece, so I'd say that this constitutes a passable blog entry. 

Now, THIS would represent a bad romance.