A long Thursday night

Got hungry Thursday night so headed out for a couple pints. One of the waitresses from Misc was happy that she got her internship with the UN in Milan (something in criminal justice, perhaps ISPAC?), which was a good sign for the coming year. Over at the Irish Pub, an american tourist sitting at the bar was clamouring for information on where to go to, like, you know, meet women. I gave him the names of a few places i used to hang out and got a free bar tab as a result. I love sitting at the bar, it's a great subculture.

Didn't get to see my fav bartender (over the course of a week), but left her a goodbye. Stayed up all night since my plane left at 6:30am. Wasn't sure i would make it as that guy kept buying drinks ("you've never had a surfer on acid?? Bartender!!"). Still, as i scrawled into my notebook, "Well, i'm in Rome [note the use of well]. I could probably be drunk and still be drunk and find my way home safely here." Not completely sure what that means, but i did find my way safely home.

After an uneventful flight to Amsterdam, i met a white South African man on the plane to Detroit, who gave me a good lesson on the history and current state of affairs of his country and various parts of Africa. Another reason i love travelling, get some different perspectives.

Still, it ended up being around 30+ hours with little sleep; ended the trip the same way i started it.