Milan, Italy - July 18th

Today in class we had a lecture on Italian fashion. There are a lot more designer brands based in Milan than I had guessed. The professor seemed very proud that Italy's economy relies heavily on clothing production which I would not consider to be a good thing, although despite the economic downturn, clothing exports are still rising. I was hoping she would tell me what to wear and what not to wear, the whole "fashionable" bit, but unfortunately it never came.

After the lecture, we returned to the dorm and began pregaming before we went out for apertivo at Corso Como again. We met the group in the lobby and set out.

At the familiar street lined with bars and clubs, we checked out one of the most expensive department stores I have ever been in. Earlier this morning, the Fromage Fam decided that we needed to take on accents from other countries to cover up the fact that we were loud Americans, so Gary and I took on Irish accents. Together we wondered several drinks deep through the store making up ridiculous things we thought Irish people would say when they saw some of the outrageous prices on things such as candles or even glass dildos.

To both of us our accents were spot on, but the sober people we were with did not believe so. Outside the store, we sat down for some really great apertivo and I had a liter of delicious beer. Afterwards, we headed over to another bar with happy hour drinks and an outside lounge. The place had been nearly empty before we arrived and were more than happy to let us do basically whatever we wanted, including picking the music from their Macbook. When happy hour was over, we headed over to "Pitbull", the bar we had been at the last Saturday night when the old ladies joined us on the dance floor. The same beautiful bartender served us a round of tequila shots and things got wild.

Starting to drink earlier in the afternoon was a great idea because we were able to still ride the metro for free home at around midnight. Back at the dorm, Gary shaved my head to look like a typical Italian douchebag.