debauchery and fun

Well, thatàs how it would look like to an outsider.
But to those in the hostel, it was all good, clean fun. I mean, just because I have empathy, used it to tease some VERY fit people and danced to Shakira like no other guy had ever done in the hostel in recorded time or space, I mean, heck, what's a guy supposed to do?
Grin.
I'm in Rome. Having travelled 22 or so hours on a ferry that, at night, was as windy as the English coast recently. We're talking big waves and 6 crazed tourists, all yelling loudly in English (2 australians, 3 americans and I) as we ran into the wind, fuelled by jamesons, vodka,. beer and shots of Jagermeister.
Grin.
Then we got to the dock, waited for a train to Rome (had a pizza), and got to the Hostel.
Now, dear reader, thatàs where it could have gone down hill. We faced a hostel in a blackout area of Rome... but luckily they moved us to the party hostel Ivanhoe where, potentially, I may be working until the end of the month. That, alongside the job offer in London (need to call them soon), and my life seems pretty good... will let you know, dear reader, very shortly...

so. called them. got offered the job. waiting to get clarified on exact details before booking flights etc as been stung before by companies/agencies but this agency are generally cool. just dotting i's and crossing t's (the i dot is called a tittle by the way!)
I's are dotted. Now, gotta cross that one 't' (called the atlantic)