Saturday night I tagged along with the Sociology of Postwar Italy class to a "night life" site visit. We were lead by Italian to this hole in the wall club. Well okay, first we went to this trendy looking bar with a Hendrix coverband playing. But then we went down the street to some shady looking building. There were no signs, just graffiti and not like a graffiti signs. I'm pretty sure the graffiti had nothing to do with what laid inside. We crowded past the Italians waiting at the entrance and got into the club. It was sort of confusing at first. On stage was some sort of band, but they had no guitars I can remember. All I remember was a lot of brass instruments. It must've been a 12 peice band. It was crazy. But they played only two songs before the left the stage.

The club DJ then started to spin some strange, maybe Middle Eastern music. I think its silly but all the Italians get into the dancing. Now while normal Italian men are forward, here, they don't seem to take too much interest in hitting on people, they simply dance. And by dance I mean flail arms, jump around and do anything they want, in rhythm (or not) to the music. Well, when in Rome... So I and the rest of the Americans jumped in and danced. We moshed, I did whatever I felt like doing, dancewise. It was awesome. No need to worry about meeting the beats because dancing to Beck, Nirvana and oldies don't require too much ability (which I don't have anyways). But what really made the night for me was while I did whatever my heart desired, I thought of somebody I hadn't thought about for a long time. Not just since before I came to Rome but even prior to that. Thinking of her made me happy, realizing where I'd come and how I was able to live in the moment like I'm thinking and hoping she is (and would do) too. It was my best night out in Rome yet.

N'Sync - It's Gonna Be Me Man, how awesome are boy bands?

Italian guys are funny. Its totally normal for people to just stare at other people here in Italy. Like guys can totally be checking out a girl and nobody thinks anything of it. In fact, people can just stare at other people and its completely normal. I'm still not used to it and I try to stare other people down if they look at me for too long. But I do enjoy watching the Italian guys just because they're creepily funny. Perhaps if I hang out with them more I'll adapt some of their traits, haha. I'm still getting the hang of approaching Italian girls. They don't seem to be quite as receptive of foreigners as American girls are of European guys. I don't know, I think I need to drink a little earlier for the liquid confidence. Ha.

Joshua Radin - Closer

hail and cold freeze me
yet rome is still beautiful
and spring in spain waits!