Buona Notte

Or good night.
well, tonight was good.
and very educational.

Around the early hour of 8 pm,
my roommates and I received an invitation
to a birthday bash of a friend.
so we got ready,
and headed down to the duomo.

I was looking quite italian.
in a dashing black shirt and
stylish blue, orange, purple, and green scarf.
and yes, i was joking about looking italian.
still sticking out here in the land of vino e gelato.

Anyway, we went on down to the duomo
and met up with the group.
we then proceeded to the bar
where we 'pre-gamed'

now, for all of you who are not familiar with the term
'pre-game' means to buy drinks at a cheaper bar or
liquor store before hitting the main event of the night
which will most likely have expensive beverages.
and, being Young Americans in a foreign land,
it seems like buying a drink is one of the steps
into becoming the ever elusive "fluent florentine"

so, i bought my first alcoholic beverage.
it was a long island iced tea.
now, i've had a sip of one
back in the good old US of A
and it was pretty good.

in italy though,
it was terrible.
let's just say, pretty much pure alcohol.
so, let me run it down for you:
rum, gin, vodka, and cola.
i had about 6 1/2 sips and
i said no more.

After this first time experience,
with me making a mental note
never to get a long island iced tea
in italy again,
we proceeded to the main event.

A club called Space.
yet there was anything but space
in the entire establishment
because it was packed full of american women
and italian men.
oh, and a few american men and italian women
thrown in there.
but mostly, it was american women
and creepy italian men.
and yes ladies, there was not a cute one in sight.

Ok. So i'll be honest.
I'm not one for physical interaction.
never was, and never will be.
(well, unless your name is christofer.)

so today's dance rave of tightly
holding onto your partner
while grinding down to the beat
just doesn't do it for me.

So i spent an hour or two dancing
in the space near my two roommates,
dodging the men looking for dance partners.
there was plenty of "Non Grazie" and "Non ballo" (dance)

There was one very good quality about this club.
They played the black eyed peas.
so that was fun.
i got to sing and dance and jump around.

overall, it was a good night.
My only wish is that they
would make sweet tea
instead of long island iced tea.
Oh well. I'm sure I'll find something I like to drink.
Maybe I'll try a Guinness next time.
Maybe beer instead of little fruity drinks
is the way to go.

I don't know.
Idk
Je ne sais pas.
Non lo sol.

so. i guess all i have left to say is good night.
or as the italians say it,

Buona Notte.