Huckin it International Style

So I had my first vomitting experience last night. We went out to this bar called the Lions Head, thanks Hill, and it was a lot of fun. We went there to watch the futbol match and ending up getting wasted. We got a bit lost running around the city looking for different bars but ended up at this pub, which in foreign countries means an American bar. Drinks are expensive as one would expect but the atmosphere was pretty solid.

We started drinking at dinner by splitting a nice bottle of white wine, i know kind of gay but we had pasta and so we got the white instead of the red. At dinner we met the owners of the bar and they were really friendly. The head chef makes the best cow intenstine in the world apparently so we had to try it. And now that Im thinking about it that was definitely in parts of the chunks later in the evening, horray for me. It was really good and I definitely suggest it to those of you who havent tried it yet. So had a baby buzz going into the bar and so we get some cocktails during the game.

At the bar its clear that there a lot of americans there and most of them are college kids studying aboard. One group next to us were all from UNC and they seemed like they were having a good time. Not too interested in Jay and myself cuz i guess a lot abroad groups get really clicky and i can see why, although I would like to think that Rimjob and I can hang with any group but whatever. However, the group had one cat who was obvsiously wasted even though he would disagree. Hes a junior whose already on his second study abroad program so we were guessing he has cash and he was the only one in his group realy drinking. He ordered himself a car bomb and decided to sip on it which is always a poor choice. So towards the end of the game a bunch of people start coming into the bar including our two new friends the lovely Sarah and her friend. (Jay was more interested in her and I was getting drunk so her name isnt as important right now, but if I had to guess I would say Lindsey.)

So Jay has the great idea to order a round of shots of tequila but not for me I got Jack. And I had the great idea to finish off my Guiness before taking the shot. Of course Im in the moment and trying to impress these new beezies, who were both very cute btw, and I take the shot. Right before I take the shot I feel a bit funny and I tell Jay, "This isnt going to be good" and it wasnt. I instantly feel like Im going to vomit and Im just praying that I can hold it in. But my stomach gets the best of me and I have a mouth full of pasta, jack, guiness, and cow instestine in my mouth. Luckily I keep it there till I vomit all over the sink in the bathroom.

I just forgot I have to be somewhere so I finish this l8r, srry

So now Im back and running on 4 hours of sleep again, gotta love this city. So yeah I vomitted a lot but I still had to keep my game face on. So I throw some water on my face to help keep my compsure but everyone knows that I just vomitted and I actually had some on my pants and shoes, but this did not discourage me from still trying to have a good time. This whole puking and rallying thing is new to me and I think I like it.

So we have some more drinks and chat these ladies up. They end up being really fun and from South Carolina. Turns out her name is Lindsey so point for me. Around 2 or so we decide to go home cuz we have to be up at 7 for another action packed day with the Searles. So we leave the bar and immeditely realize that we have no fuckin clue where we are. Thankfully Jay has a map, he would, and we are able to navigate our way home. By we I mean Jay. I was a complete shit show and was absolutely no help to my compadre, at least I provided some comedy for him. So we get to bed around 2:30 and fuckin crash. For the first time this trip and for the first time in a long while my alarm wakes me up. I had no idea why it was going off and I just keep turning it off. After about 10 minutes I realized that I needed to get up and thats when I remembered I drank last night and that today was going to be a long day.

And it was. Im going to put yesterday on this same blog cuz I drank most of my creative title brain cells away last night. So we went the Ufizi which is some famous museum and that was whatever. Jay and I were strug a ling the whole day. We blew threw the museum and saw the important shit and headed back to the hotel for a siesta and what not.

Flashforward to the night. We told the lovely southern ladies to meet up with us at the same bar at 11. Of course Jay and I had no idea how to get back to that bar but we figured it out and only made one wrong turn. They were actually there, so I guess they appreciated the puke and rally? and they brought with them some other dudes who were really cool. So we latched on with their abroad group and started throwing them back.

The bartender from the night before, Mikel (sp), was off duty this night and he decided to take us under his wing for the night. Awesome dude and of course all the ladies were all over him. We took a bunch of shots and then headed to another bar called JJs which was legit. They have this deal, which we missed, where you can use US dollars as if they were Euros. Thanks for telling us about that deal Hillary, NOT. Got some more drinks and somehow I didnt feel drunk and all and I was throwing them back, thats apparently what happens when you have a full meal before you go out and dont preparty (take note Matthew). So then Mikel takes us to yet another bar that has this hidden downstairs area with a legit bartender and we got discounts on all the shots. So as Im blowing through Euros at this bar fuckin Mikel gets on stage with his buddy and they start signin all the great drunk songs. Out of nowhere too. It was awesome and we drank and sang our favorite American drunk songs.

Then it was time for the discotheques, and yes they call their clubs discotheques. Clubs in Europe are apparently strip clubs, which we didnt find unforuntely. So we all think that Space Electronica is the place to go and it seemed fun from the outside. But Mikel being the savy discotheque man that he is takes us to this place called Twice. This place is down some dark ally hidden away, total locals only kind of place. We were told we could have only gotten in if we knew somebody and we did. Not sure if they made that up to sound cool but it worked. Got some more drinks and started dancin my ass off, by myself of course. The two girls in our group were wasted and found their respective gentlemen but I had a great time. I asked any attrative girl to dance but they werent going for it. I cant compete with the Itallion Stallions and that blows. But they were playing get clubs songs like Jay Z, Bigge, and what not. We stayed there till like 3 and decided to go to Space Electronica cuz it was next to our hotel. And again we stumble back and by now we got the drunk stumble down to a science.

We get there and its empty. Every person left looks like a highschooler or someone strung out on drugs. It looks like it could have been really fun if crowded and wasted, but I guess any club could be. It was cool having a somewhat authenic Florence experience though.

Get home around 4 and fuckin crash. I woke up at 9 to the knocking of Jays dad at the door. We had to pack and get ready in like 15 mins to go a museum that we just finished like an hour early.

Well Im tired and now I have to go hang out with the entire Searles family for a week. They seem really cool but I have other priorities like sleep, water, and sleep. I know that wasnt anything epic but the stories will come. Now we are off to Tuscany for a week which should be lovely. Not sure if I have internet but I can always check emails on Jays dads phone but sending them is a bitch. Feel free to send me an emial with your life goings.

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