We Really Should Stick Together

So we like to party. A lot. This is a known fact, but even though we haven't done this in the past four years on Thursday, Blakeley ventured out to the world on her own. Maybe not her best decision ever.

Besides without Emily who was she supposed to take secret shots with? But Emily was feeling a little under the weather, so Blakeley left the nest.

After we had all of the girls over for dinner, Blakeley, Laura, Patricia and Micheala (get used to these names....), met up with all the boys minus Ashkon (who was 'tired', what a baby). We hung out with Fabio. Who is officially our BFF. He loves us.

It was about midnight when we got to the bar and our vino buzz was starting to wear off. So shots were definitely in order. After a round, or three we played flip cup with some harvard kids... UW kicks Harvards butt btw. Then there were more shots, and then Blakeley met Fabio's whole familia. AWESOME. Nadia (his mama), even hugged Blakeley. Unfortunately bars close. Fortunately (depends who you ask though), we found the discotecca (sp?). Clubs in Venice are as sketchy as the ones in the US. And Long Island Iced Tea's are as strong in the discotecca as they are at Earls. But dancing was a must, don't worry Blakeley's dancing skills are as strong as ever and she only fell twice.

To get into the discotecca you have to knock on this little door and this huge black bouncer lets you in. Blakeley being the lucky girl she is, had caught the bouncers eye. Being the creepy place that it was, he was following her around the tiny club and kept on grabbing her bits. She was not a happy camper. Fortunately when he tried to "dance" with her, aka molest her neck Gustavo came in for the rescue.

After a great dance session to 'I Gotta Feeling,' our classmate Patrick went to the bar for another drink, for some reason he decided he needed to spit, and saw a bucket. He spit in the ice bucket. Not a great idea, he got kicked out.

At roughly 3:45, we decided going home was a must. Everyone in that club hated us. Our boys were cock blocking the sketchy people from molesting the girls, we took up the entire dance floor, and were having way more fun than anyone else there. Lots of glaring was coming from every direction. So we decided to jet, it was really one of those nights that you just wish you could call a cab and get home in twenty minutes. But in Venice that is not even a remote possibility. So instead it was the vaparetto. We got as close to home as we could and then had to walk the remaining distance.... AKA almost an hour. But we are alive and well.

Blakeley needs Emily's protection from now on.

let's stick together girlfriends.

That's what you get for waking up in Venice.