First lets talk about Christmas night in Rome. It was spectacular, Vegas and I chilled all night with all the other Hostile goers. I admit I may have gotten a lil tipsy, but it was only my 2nd time this trip so I was doing good. We played drunken twister, and when everyone asked me how I was so flexible I told them I did yoga on occasion. Well they all freaked out and they made me show them my uncanny ability to throw both legs behind my head. *sigh* they took pictures. Thats the penalty I get for drinking around strangers.
Vegas and I woke up the next day a bit hungover and tried to see the Vatican in all its glory, but apparently the day after Christmas is a holiday too! Damn catholics… So instead of seeing The Vatican, we saw some of our new Aussie/Ecuadorian friends leaving for Florence so we tagged along with them and hopped on bored the train. It was a lovely ride with the exception of the prepubesent Itallian child singing in front of us, and the creepy hobo slash drunk that was pestering Vegas about our American culture, particularly our system of Government. The best part of the hobo slash drunk was the great big intimate hug he gave Vegas before we left and his invitation for Vegas to go to London with him, while we are here.
We got to Florence in one piece, and parted ways for the day with our new friends. We chilled with George and Becca for a few hours and met up with the Aussies at a placed called the shot bar. It was my first experience in European bar and man was it just like every yuppie bar I’ve ever been too, including the American Ghetto music playing in the background. After several hours and quite a few mixed drinks our two groups parted ways yet again, them to a disco with a few thirty something Italian guys, and me back to our flat to sleep for 12 hours cause man did I need it. Next entry will cover the most leaningest tower ever -tata