The Lion on the Prowl

     During the day, we walked around and took a couple snapshots of this lovely city known as Firenze!

     I don't think I ever talked about my roommates and every one in the apartment. So... my roommate's name is Allie and we are both juniors. The other girls are all, sophomores. There's Michelle, Tara, Sara, and Mikyla. We all get along for the most part, and I like them. I like Allie a lot she seems cool, and I'm glad that we get along.
    Friday we went out to Lion's Fountain after meeting up with a couple of other girls from ISU. These guys bought us a round of shots at the Lion's Fountain. I ended up going to a club called twice, that has no cover charge.The night was moving pretty quickly but I totally realized a couple of things..

   1. Italian people know how to party: the music, the moves.
   2. Boys are the same everywhere. Like, no thank you. If I wanted to dance with you, I would have given you the look or made some type of signal. Please step away and let me dance the night away.
   3. VIP section.. is BOMB!

 And my most important lesson... don't get mauled by bear at the club, aka the boy who coincidentally lives on the floor above you. No worries, nothing bad happened. Just looked like I was strangled the next day. No big deal.
   I was dancing with Marisa and Kaitlin and just doing my thing, when someone grabbed my hand and started dancing with me. He was decent so I was like, whatever, that's okay. Any who, we went and sat down and talked. A little later, Kaitlin came and told me we were leaving. I told Antonio, that's his name, and he came with. One of the other guys, Riccardo, who I had met earlier, told me that his friends were still with my roommates. (We got separated, but Kaitlin is part of the ISU crew, so it was okay.) Riccardo called his friends when we were outside, and found out that they were at a Kebab place. So we walked over. Then we just went home. 
   Antonio's friend asked where we live, and I said "by the Duomo." He asked, "What street?" and I said "Sant'Antonino." Then dear god, I am not kidding he says "what?! We live there too, number 7! There's a group of girls who live below us." I freaked out mentally and thought 'Are you shitting me? You live above us? This is terrible.' Then we just all walked home and said goodnight. I said bye to Antonio at our apartment door. He was too much.
   Naturally, us girls did not sleep until about 4 or 5 in the morning. Thank god because we were tired and I knew we were going to do the same thing the next night.