Thursday, April 1, 2010

Venice Day 0: Dr. Becca’s Sing-a-Long Blog

Internet is elusive, ergo entries have been delayed. With apologies to Miley Cyrus:

Hopped off the plane train at LAX VSF
With a dream and my cardigan bulky polar fleece
Welcome to the land of fame, boats excess more boats
Am I gonna fit in? [No]
Hopped in a cab bus
Here I am for the first time
Looked to my right and I see the Hollywood “Tourism Info” sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous tan.

My tummy’s turning ‘cuz that train was really bumpy
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
But then the bus driver came on the radio
But I couldn’t tell what he said!
But I couldn’t tell what he said.
I couldn’t tell what he said…

So I throw my hands up,
Did we just miss our stop?
The street signs fly away
Shaking my head like: “Damn.”
Cursing the world like: “Damn.”
Throw my hands up
We got off too soon
The signs led us astray
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Will we ever find our place to stay?

Up to the city in another bus
Everybody’s looking at us now
Like, “Who are those chicks* that look so lost?
They must be from out of town.”**
Feels so different with Hungarians not around me,
It’s definitely not a Budapest party.
‘Cuz all I see is gelato
I like that kind of memo

My tummy’s turning ‘cuz I’m eating like a fiend here,
Scarfing chametz before pesach
Then the gondolier offered a ride around
But it’d cost more than my house,
It’d cost more than my house,
It’d cost more than my house!

So I throw my hands up
We’ll go it on foot
My energy dies away
Stomach hurting like: “Ow.”
Feet are aching like: “Ow.”
Throw my hands up
Pass another mask shop
That’s the 60th one today
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Guess that’s how they make the tourists pay
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Guess that’s how they make the tourists pay

Feel like hopping on a flight
Back to Budapest tonight
But something stops me every time
I couldn’t find the airport if I tried!

So I throw my hands up
Hit the sandwich shop
Foccacia and cheese? Okay!
Stuffing my face like: “Mmmm”
Feeling the sun like: “Mmmm”
Throw my hands up
Why am I bitching so much?
I’m on spring break, hooray!
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Rockin’ V-E-N-E-Z-I-A
Hey-ey-ey-ey
I’m in V-E-N-E-Z-I-A!

*Women, and that’s not funny
**Like everyone else. Venice has more tourists than residents.

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