I know I haven’t updated in a while so I felt a massive desire to post my latest experiences. In the last few days I’ve spent New Year Eve partying with Firenzeness, seen the Canals of Venice, Seen the Ancient ruins of a 2000 year old city, and saw the greatest church on earth. Since all of those experiences written in one entry would fill up 10 pages I am just going to stick to tonight and last night.
Last night after arriving back from a long day of exploring Pompeii, Vegas and I met up with some other Hostel goers in Rome. Many of you prolly don’t know this but last time I was in rome I didn’t get to check out the Vatican, so Vegas and I converted our 3 day trip to Napels to a day trip, and we spent our final days in Rome, again…
Anyway back to the story. Last night a big group of us decided we had a massive urge to clubbing. So about 14 of us, half of which were drunk, hopped on a train to some unknown place. After wandering around for a bit we came across a big fucking pyrmaid, sitting in the middle Rome. I might add seeing a pyramid in the middle of no where was quite the site as well as very unexpected. Our large possy eventually found this long line of club and began the wait. Clubs in Rome don’t open untill 1 am. Which blows my mind, since parties in America begin to end at 1 am.
So our large group begins to wait, and wait, and wait for the clubs to open. Finally about the time they do, one of the girls we are hanging out, we’ll call her amy, storms off. Being the retarded guy that I am I decide, that a really drunk girl wondering off by herself was a shittastic idea, so I charged after her.
It turns out she was extremely upset about the fact that a guy said her friend was cute, and she felt extremely for a lack of better words aggitated. I tried my best to comfort, but honestly I sucked at making people feel better. I try very hard but honestly I just don’t have it in me. So I sorta stood there and kept her company. Eventually her friends showed up which turned in to a complete bitch fest where lots of heated words were exchanged. We stood around discussing the situation for a bit, little did we know Amy in her drunken rage manages to get into a very exclusive / expensive club, without any of us following her.
Unfortunately for me, she told our group that she hated everyone and that they should all fuck off, except for me she liked me… Great, so in order to rescue Amy from a night of Italian malestation, I get sent in on a recovery mission. We tell the Bouncer that even though I’m not on the list my very drunk Fiancee somehow got in to the club and that I wanted to get her out. So I leave the possy and head in to the yuppesque club.
Techno Trance musive reverberated through out the walls. Neon lights that would cause epilepic siezures in some bombarded me. I struggled and clawed my way through and eventually came across her standing in a corner depressed and drinking too much alcohol. I attempted to reason with her, telling her that her friends were outside waiting, then I negotiated told her I would split a drink with her and dance a bit if we could leave together. After purchasing my retardedly exspensive eight euro drink, we chug this and go down for a while.
I won’t say I didn’t enjoy dancing with the really cute drunk girl, but man did I just want to leave. The bar was full of older italian people, a prolifera of crossdressers (yes I know I’d fit in shuttup), and way too much sausage and not enough uh not sausage. I begged I pleaded and after running in to Vegas, I plotted my escape. About 10 feet from the door Amy changes her mind about dancing and pleads with me to stay, I promptly say no and she runs off to dance with some random Italian guy. At this point I couldn’t take it anymore and I had already spent way too much money attempting to rescue a girl I barely knew so I gave up and left with Vegas at about 2 am.
We meet our awesome new Aussie friend Danny and find out the original 14 person group has splintered and are all MIA. So we agree fuckit and try to find our way home. We run around downtown Rome for a while untill we find a bus driver. We use our amazing skills of broken English / Italian and find out the bus (Last bus of the night) is driving off. We scream oh shit and chase it down at the light. Fortuantely for us the fucker wouldn’t open the door because it wasn’t an official stop. So we chase this bus for about a quarter of a mile through stop light after stop light untill it finally stops and lets us on. It took us back to Termini and we dragged our feet out of exhaustion the rest of the way to Yellow Hostel to end our night of complete insanity.