Some how my friends and I tend to have the most ridiculous weekends. This Halloween was no exception.
We started off with dinner at our favorite aperitivi place, Slowly, in the centro (the one with the waiter of the undefined sex) which was fabulously decorated for the evening. The music was all bohemian and scary. I loved it. We had been warned by some university students that costumes weren’t a big old DON’T so we just dressed up for the occasion, neon tights, designer dresses and all. Unfortunately, it was absolutely pouring so that meant an emergency stop into Benetton to grab a trench coat. Damn, hate it when that happens.
After dinner we moved on to a bar, Fish’s, that was running a 5 shots for €5 special. However, thanks to our seemingly effortless ability to be interesting and non-slutty American girls, we got all three of our rounds on the house. Hate it when that happens, too.
Our next stop was a Halloween party in a Medieval fortress on the edge of the city. The pubblicity was strong and the crowd was massive, made up of only Italians, so we figured we were in the right place. Then we got inside. Whitewashed, dirt stained walls highlighted by strobe lighting rounded off what we in plebian terms call a Rave. Unfortunately, my friends and I have not come into contact with remotely enough drugs in our entire life to be at a level to enjoy the event. So, we left.
We searched for what seemed like forever after the fortress for a dance club we’d been to last weekend, causing two of my friends to miss their last bus back home and another one to give up and go home. And yet we pushed on until we found it. Once there we spent the night dancing our hearts out and warding off way too forward and sketchy dancers of the opposite sex, with the help of the fabbest two gay men from Milan. We stayed until we were all pumpkins and rolled on home in the wee hours. How I managed to accomplish more homework today than in any other weekend, I have no idea. Maybe I just needed a little diversion.
What’s on tap for next weekend, you ask? Why, it’s the Ferrari F1 World Finals of course!
But, before that, there’s the election, also known as the day in which Emily does not sleep. I’m anxious to see if, come Wednesday, I’ll be relieved or already going through withdrawal.
Buon fine settimana tutti!
-Em
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YES WE WILL!!!