Goth clubs, Vatican, Great Food
Mood:
Weary
I am exhausted, having wlaked miles and miles and seen such wonderful sights. Trevi Fountain, the Vatican, Piazza del Pollo, Castel san Angelo. At St. Peter's in the Vatican, I was moved to tears. I was in the cupola of St. Peter's and there was a choir singing; I leaned my head back on the mosaics of the baby Jesus and let the experience overwhelm me.
Last night I went to a Goth Club called "Krypta." I am happy yo report that customs and regulations at Goth clubs in Rome are the same as anywhere in the states. Lots of dudes in dresses, chicks in black fetish wear and people dance with their feet in place and wave their upper torso around. I tried to put a move or two, but to no success which also has a relevance since I tend to pick up many chicks in American clubs either.
In the areas around the club (a section called Tesstaccio) there were about ten other clubs. People were milling around and drinking and laughing and the temperature was well above 90 degrees. MY friend Chris and I made a mistake and thought that a club's entrance was down an alley, but when we realized our mistake, we had been accosted by two strange men who kept grabbing at us. The guy going after Chris kept trying to trip him. So I told them I three different languages:
"I'm going to kill you."
The little friggin shitheads left us alone. Our other friend, Ryan, was blissfully unaware the whole time. That's sort of his permanent state.
Today I'm off the Church of the Immacualte Conception to see the remains of the Cappucine Monks. They put all their dead in a vault and used their bones to make decorations like lantern holdings and angel's wings (I swear, I'm not kidding). These monks also invented cappucino.
Tomorrow I'm off to Vienna, then Slovakia, Dresden and Amsterdam - all within three days. Travelling is killing me. I've had diarhea, I lost my camera in the Tiber River and I have more blister than foot. I consider myself a hardy individual, but some parts of my body aren't holding up as well as I would've liked.
I've always preferred in living places as opposed to visiting them. This is a shake 'n bake way to see Europe. Living here would be much better.
S.P.Q.R
Last night I went to a Goth Club called "Krypta." I am happy yo report that customs and regulations at Goth clubs in Rome are the same as anywhere in the states. Lots of dudes in dresses, chicks in black fetish wear and people dance with their feet in place and wave their upper torso around. I tried to put a move or two, but to no success which also has a relevance since I tend to pick up many chicks in American clubs either.
In the areas around the club (a section called Tesstaccio) there were about ten other clubs. People were milling around and drinking and laughing and the temperature was well above 90 degrees. MY friend Chris and I made a mistake and thought that a club's entrance was down an alley, but when we realized our mistake, we had been accosted by two strange men who kept grabbing at us. The guy going after Chris kept trying to trip him. So I told them I three different languages:
"I'm going to kill you."
The little friggin shitheads left us alone. Our other friend, Ryan, was blissfully unaware the whole time. That's sort of his permanent state.
Today I'm off the Church of the Immacualte Conception to see the remains of the Cappucine Monks. They put all their dead in a vault and used their bones to make decorations like lantern holdings and angel's wings (I swear, I'm not kidding). These monks also invented cappucino.
Tomorrow I'm off to Vienna, then Slovakia, Dresden and Amsterdam - all within three days. Travelling is killing me. I've had diarhea, I lost my camera in the Tiber River and I have more blister than foot. I consider myself a hardy individual, but some parts of my body aren't holding up as well as I would've liked.
I've always preferred in living places as opposed to visiting them. This is a shake 'n bake way to see Europe. Living here would be much better.
S.P.Q.R
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