April 1, 2007

• Last night, I wingmanned with a new friend, Nick.  The guy recently came to Italy from Germany 2 weeks ago, and his sponsor was one of the married officers.  In general, this is a horrible idea, because the married people really have no idea how to have single-guy fun in Italy.  In fact, when someone I worked with introduced me to him, the first question he asked me is, "Are you married?"

  A weird first question, but if you ask a married guy where the clubs and bars are, he will look at you with a blank stare.  Go to the zoo and ask a lion about freedom or Africa.  Same look, less growling.  Meanwhile, I needed a wingman, and an excuse to go out.  That's pretty much the way guys plan out a night.

  However, my planning was still a little off in the time aspect.  There's a problem with society and nightlife.  No one likes to go out until really late.  Like around midnight.  In my head, if we started partying at 9 PM, you could be done by 2 in the morning.  Instead, things go from midnight to 5 in the morning, and by then, my body, being so used to waking up early, starts its awake cycle.

  Since he's staying on post, we hit the on-post bar at 2130.  It was essentially empty.  We went to a bar that most people go to before hitting the clubs.  It was also generally dead.  So we got something to eat.  No reason to party on an empty stomach.  Normally, I just link up with people when I venture out on my own, so I didn't know that most clubs really don't open until 2300.  Back to post to kill time playing pool, and getting some info on a club that I had never been to.

  The club is called Totem, and from asking around, I got mixed reviews.  Either people said that it was simply okay, or didn't know about it.  There were also one or two people that said that it was awesome.  It went to the top of our list of places.  Apparently, it was about 200 feet from 2 strip clubs, which also put it at the top of Nick's list. The most surprising thing about the place is that it is right down the block from a restaurant that I've been to on three separate occasions.  It is also about 5 minutes from my apartment.  Yet I never knew that it was there.  Or the strip clubs.

  Totem was a nice club.  Unfortunately, I think there is something going on this week in Italy.  Like, that the high schools are out on Spring-Break.  We walked in and I felt that I had just walked in 9 years too late.  Nick felt teh same way.  I combined this with the fact that some of the songs were somewhat old.  Clubs here generally play stuff tht has been out for a few months in the states.  These songs were from 2003, at least.  Reminded me of a place called "Hole in the Wall" in Buckhead, Atlanta.  Played songs that were very old, however, it was a hit with the women.

  At Nick's request, we walked down to the, ahem, strip club.  I have this things with strip clubs.  The fact that there are women dancing there wears off months before I ever walk into one.  In all honesty, I see them as a way to lose a large quantity of money.  It is also makes me tired.  Tired of dancers giving me their phone numbers.  It's bad enough that I'm usually there due to losing the vote to the rest of the group, but I can't even relax for 10 minutes without getting hit on.

  
  As you can see, I'm very enthusiastic in this picture.  Also, taking a picture with your phone on very bad lighting is a pain.  And yes, I have her phone number.

  Apparently, nick was getting hit on too.  At that girl had a sister who also worked there.  And the sister thought I was cute.  Now, the sister was cute.  I'm just not up for playing games.  Especially not with strippers.  Technically, that's bad wingman mentality, and I was in the wrong.  Later that night, Nick and I were talking about things:

  Nick:  Yeah, her sister wanted you.
  Me:  True, but I just had this bad feeling.  I have this way of just sensing things about people, and I think I got some bad vibes there.  She was definitely angry at me later.
  Nick: She probably isn't used to getting rejected.
  Me:  Yeah, probably knocked her ego down a point or 6.

  It's time to leave, and I look at Nick, and decide to ask the question.  "Hey, you got a ride back to the base?"  "Yes."  Well, I was done for the night, so I roll home, happy that I don't have to drive across Vicenza to teh base, and then back home.

  Back at my apartment, changed, teeth brushed, and I am about to lay down for bed.  Then I get this funny feeling.  Where's my phone?  It's in the other room, and something tells me to go get it and keep it nearby.  I walk into teh room just as it finishes ringing.  Nick was calling.

  He was still at the club, and his ride had disappeared.  And the club was closed.  Dressed and back in teh car, I picked up Nick, both of us bewildered as to what happened.

  Me: She ditched you?
  Nick: I don't know.  She said that she went to get changed.  And then they started locking up the club.  So I was standing outside.  It's a good thing that you answered your phone, because I had no other numbers.
  Me:  Weird.  You got her number?
  Him: Yeah, but I really hate strippes right now.
  Me: I see.
  (The conversation concerning the sister's ego took place right after this.)

  Later that night, he would get a call from here wondering where he was.  Apparently, she hadnt left.  She was just a bit slow. 

  Black 6, out.

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