When In Rome

I know a few people who don't understand that saying.

I took a little trip to Rome last weekend. We stayed with my coworker's Canadian friend who was very Canadian and very hospitable. The only tourist activity we did was see the Vatican which was pretty cool. The rest of the time we spent chilling in cafes, going out, and riding scooters (I know it's gay).

Since he worked for the World Food Program he knew a bunch of foreigners in Rome. We went to a WFP house party on Saturday night. There were a lot of European and Canadian white people there eating expensive foods...Ironic. It started out pretty lame with me and my coworker, Michelle, standing around smoking and making fun of people.

After the drinks became more abundant though, things got much better. I ended up talking to this girl from Spain. For some reason I was convinced she was eastern European and I told her that my anglo-saxon Grandma was more Spanish than her. Things were fine for about 5 minutes of teasing but at some point I became absolutely certain she was a Serb masquerading as a lovely spanish chica. I started telling her I love Kosovo and to give them freedom or face the consequences. At minute 20 of the conversation she finally got pissed and pulled her actual Eastern European friend over who confirmed she was Spanish. We parted ways with a hearty handshake after that. My game might have to move beyond teasing people about sensitive ethnic tensions...

At around 1 AM Michelle and I left the party to go to some club that her Parisian friend was at. We arrived at this huge old rec center/high school looking place and knew it would be an interesting crowd. Inside it really looked like an old dirty/abandoned high school, complete with overflowing toilettes and broken glass. There were many different rooms with a main room bumping loud house music. I like house music. You can dance to it any way you want and not look like an asshole...or maybe look like an asshole but everyone around you looks like one too.

The people at this club were ridiculously European. Everyone had on euro shades and danced crazy. I'm guessing 90% of people there were on some form of mdma. Sadly we were just really wasted. We danced to house with the Parisian and his Brazilian friends. I was kind of disappointed in the Brazilian girls. I have heard good things and they weren't anything to blog about (the new "write home about"). Anyway, we ended the night at around 5 AM when the DJ finished punching his various computer buttons for the last time.

Sunday we rented scooters...

Emasculation land