One Too Many White Russians

In honor of my 100th post, I give you my first guest poster, Joe. So to celebrate 100 posts, he'll be talking about partying! 

Hey everybody! This is Joe and I’m doing a little guest post to tell you about one of the weirder things that happened to us in Rome. We had just returned to our hotel room after a long day and were deciding where to go to dinner when there was a knock on the door. Kelly and I gave each other confused looks as I went to open the door. I was expecting someone from the front desk but when I opened the door a large man without any shoes stumbled into our room! Once he took a look around the room I could see in his face that he was as perplexed as we were but this did not stop him from trying to stay. Another thing we quickly noticed was how drunk he was, thanks to the quite obvious smell of Vodka. So this large, drunk man proceeded to try to communicate with us; a very difficult task for anyone that drunk but adding in the fact that he didn’t speak English made it impossible. Here are some of the things he said:

“I am Russian” 

 “Where are you from” When we replied with the United States he would just say “No you’re not”

“Shit fucking”

“belelha adsgaldgjhg a” also known as incoherent mumbling

“Sorry sorry, no no no no”

“No problem”

At one point he changed his mind and starting saying “I am Ukrainian”. Or maybe the friends he was looking for were Ukrainian, we weren’t totally sure. I really felt like he was just saying every English word he could think of to try and communicate with us. But our favorite and the most ridiculous was when he would but a finger up to his head and repeat “Gadooosh, Gadoosh”. It was like he was trying to reboot his brain. After his Gadooosh fit he would start all over again with the “I am Russian” talk. We were really hoping that the situation would resolve itself but he was clearly past any rational thought. After about 5 minutes of Gadooshing and being Russian we shoved him out the door, letting him know that he is clearly in the wrong room.

Once again we were hoping this would be the end of the ordeal but this guy was determined. He proceeded to hang out in the hallway knocking on our door and jiggling the handle. We were ready to get some dinner but obviously couldn’t with this man in the hallway so we called the hotel desk.  Another task that wasn’t so easy because they spoke minimal English as well. We finally convinced them to come up to our room. They took their sweet time coming up to their room and when I was about 30 seconds away from calling the police they arrived. Initially the hotel employee wanted to let the man into our room but we quickly convinced him that we had never seen the man before in our lives and that he needed to leave. He was escorted out and finally we were back to finding a place for dinner. Definitely a case of one too many White Russians.

In case this description wasn't enough to paint a picture in your head, here is a video of the events unfolding.