White was the club that we ended up one night kind of by accident, and it was a blast. We ended up taking Lucie on Friday night after the Colosseum, and although the basement of the club wasn't open (we had decided that the was the most fun part), it was still a good time. One of the nice things about these clubs is that they are frequented by Italians, and unlike Scholars, which also has a decent Italian population, they aren't completely taken over by Americans.
Although it's nice to be immersed in the culture, sometimes being around Americans is a little more comfortable. Especially since the Italian men certainly enjoy being around the American women. I don't know what it is, but once they find out you're American, you're suddenly the most fascinating person in the bar. I'm sure that Italian women certainly don't feel that way, especially because sometimes I feel like I could never compare to how well put together most of them look. Some of them seem as though their faces are literally drawn on, and they never wear color to the clubs (random note: I guess I'll have to wait until Barcelona to wear my colorful dresses :( so sad).
We've managed to come up with some code behavior if we need to escape the touchy and pushy Italian men. They're nice, but aggressive and overly friendly, which we were warned to expect.
The coolest club we've been to so far is definitely Art Cafe. Somehow, one of the girls knew one of the promoters and we got in for free. If we hadn't gotten the wristbands, the cover would have been 30 euros (more than 40 dollars). The VIP bracelets we got were worth something like 250 euros. I'm still confused about what those bracelets allowed us to do, but slowly throughout the night we tested our limits in where we could go, and really never got stopped. Me and Katherine went up to an area that was clearly marked VIP, and just watched as people ordered bucket after bucket of flaming champagne bottles on ice. There was all sorts of shows going on above us as well: acrobatic dancers on hoops hanging in the air and modeling type ordeals on the center stage, where two huge stone dragons were coming out of the wall. Me and Katherine and Lucie went back down to the bar in the center of the dance floor to get ourselves drinks at one point. Katherine ordered three shots of tequila, and the bartender said, "15 euros." Katherine gave her 15, and the woman waited expectantly. She meant 15 euros each. Oops. We paid up and took our overly-priced tequila shots, and hurried away. Looks like we weren't getting anymore drinks... Danielle took a picture of the drink prices later in the night. The cheapest? Water, five euros. The next? Our lovely tequila shots. After that, the prices skyrocketed. The cheapest champagne bottle was 400 euros, and the most expensive was 8000 euros. That equates to over $10,000.
At around 3:30 am, me and Katherine started to get tired and told the group we were heading home. I Everyone else ended up getting home around 5 am. I can't believe I even managed to stay out as late as I did. Back at school, I'm an at-home-in-bed person by 1:30 am, and that's pushing it. And the girls told us the club was still going hard when they had left! These Italians love to party.
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