What happened?!

I missed a day? Yikes. Sorry about that.
 
The story.
A group of us decided to go out Wednesday night because, well, no good reason but there are many reasons NOT to do something. Plus we didn't have to be in class untill 10 am. We were also handed a flyer that said 5 shots for 5 euros. Whynot!
We made our way to The Fishbowl pub (silly name) and immediately started ordering shots. There was an absurd amount being delievered to our table. I, myself, bought 10 Euros worth (10 shots) and then was continued to be given some of other peoples. I'm a tank so although I felt it-I survived this part of the night.
 
We met these two guys from Italy that work at the LCBO every now and then in Canada (oddly enough). Kayla and I were trying to figure out why one of them appeared so attractive to us. Then it hit me.. HE HAD DISNEY PRINCE HAIR! No wonder, brainwashing by Disney was the reason for this! Fair enough.
 
I thought you had to be firm with the "gentlemen" in Toronto hitting on you...until I came to Italy. DOWN BOY is the technique that seems to work the best.
 
After speaking to the bartender, he informed us where Jersey Shore was partying that night. Central-one of the best clubs in the world apparently. So off we went. we walked to the train station to get a taxi or two. On our way some found themselves too tired- as it was 2am-so they parted their ways. The guys of the group were hesitant to let the three remaining girls go but we convinced them that we would be okay. We arrived at the club and were greeted and immediately walked in and hooked up with drink tickets. On our way in we must have just missed the cast-it was 2:30am after all. So we drank our free drinks and mingled a bit.
At one point a very aggressive guy started moving in on Kayla and she needed help fast! She attempted to get Natasha's attention but the strobes threw a lot of things off. So she tried me. Unfortunately he was started to squirm his way in between us so I couldn't just pull her my way.
Time to think on my feet...
So I did the first thing that I could come up with. I body checked Kayla into Natasha breaking her out of his grip. At first she didn't know WHAT what going on until she read my lips saying " I'm sorry! It's all I could think of". We laughed and broke free.
 
At 3:40 we called it a night and exited the club. On our way out these guys started talking to me (by scaring me) but they spoke nothing but Italian. GOOD NEWS FOLKS.. apparently.. when I'm drunk I can speak Italian. I communicated to these guys that they needed to help us call a cab. Score-success!
 
The cab dropped us off on the other side of town (thanks you weenie) so three drunk girls had to cross Florence at 4:30. We eventually tumbled in at 5:30am and put ourselves to bed. It was a good night.
 
Tonight is a trip-mates 19th birthday. So we threw her a surprise birthday and now we are pre-drinking and getting ready to go back to the Fishbowl Pub (still a silly name) and then off to the club.
 
It will be another great night with what I'm sure to be more stories.
 
Stay tuned followers...
 
Love & Masquerade masks,
V.
 
Post Script:
 Climbing up and down Florence put me out of the game for a moment. The amount of pain I felt in my knee was excrutiating. I could compare it to the same amount of pain I feel just getting out of surgery. But this time-no morphine. Yikes. Miss you all!