PASTA ALIGNMENT

monday, berkeley: “dinner at 6?” (⊙_⊙)🍽️
rome brain: “that’s aperitivo, calamity” 🤌(╬ಠ益ಠ)🤌

tuesday, 6:03pm: entire lab chewing kale in silence (・_・;)🥬
u: “why are you all eating before the sun has filed taxes” (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

wednesday, 7pm: invited to “late dinner” 🎉(＾▽＾)
the restaurant: closed. chairs upside down. ☠️🪑

thursday, 8:45pm: u begin boiling pasta 🍝(ง'̀-'́)ง
roommate: “bro that’s a p(doom) event” 🚨(╯°□°)╯

friday, 9pm: roman relatives video call
nonna: “hai mangiato?” 👵🔪(ಥ﹏ಥ)
u: “they ate at six”
nonna: “SIX WHAT, AM??” (╯ಠ_ಠ)╯︵🍅

saturday: berkeley friends discover dinner can happen after 8pm (☉_☉)
collective p(doom): 99.7% 📈😭
u, serving carbonara: “alignment achieved” 🤌✨(￣▽￣)🍝