Discotecas are not my style. My roommate loves to dance so a bar--where normal people hang out--was out of the question. It ended up being a fun night, mainly because there was karaoke, but I still prefer an atmosphere where conversation is the highest importance. At the Red Garter, Americans are fresh meat for a room full of prowling creeps. In their minds, it's a well known fact that if you look like a tourist you will quickly give in to any amount of Italian aggression, even a glance or smile. Soon thereafter they can take you to any corner of the room to eat your face off. One thing the typical Italian man isn't is stupid. After last night I discovered that their theory about us tourists is absolutely spot on. I enjoy being the exception.
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| Uncomfortably drunk. |
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Salvation comes at 3AM. But European McDonald's is a rip off.
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