Twice...Twice

What can I say? We did it again. We braved the ample testosterone and found ourselves entering Twice's doors for the second time.

The evening started off innocently enough. Rob, Posh, and I went to a nearby restaurant to watch a classmate play guitar until past midnight. Then on the way home we decided that the night was still young so we made a detour to the club's direction.

The music was great and the ratio was still heavily male but this time I am glad to say that I did not get dance-attacked. Instead, I watched in amusement as upwards of ten guys made their way to Posh throughout the night. The downfalls of being gorgeous!

I briefly met Francesco, an attractive Florentine who said he was 25 (he looked older though), but Rob and I decided to go home first since we'd have an early-morning wakeup call the next day for Bologna. 6:30AM...can this be done?

Today's word of the day is urlare. It means "to scream, shout, or yell".