The Guinness Bar!

Best bar in Arezzo!
And we went, with 2 Irishmen.
(after watching Boondock Saints with them)

Of course, one of them was drinking Coke Lights, but the other had a Guinness or 2 (really more for our sake, I think - he felt a certain obligation to the experience. - He even watched a bit of the old Football they had playing on a big screen.)


I had a Margarita.
It was not magical.
Their White Russians are much better.

Which is why I ordered one of those next.
It was sweet, actually, a friend of mine bought it for me, because he was buying a round for the birthday boy. First drink a guy has ever bought me, even if it was largely because they were trying to get the aforementioned celebrant to drink something and didn't want him to drink alone. But sweet all the same.

On a more exciting note, the bar tender remembered me, and even though I didn't get to talk to him (or, more accurately, bat my eyelashes, order a drink, and say "grazi" alot) he passed me while I was waiting to order at the bar and did a double-take right out of the cartoons. (I like the baaarrrtender...)


And on the way home, as we wound our way the long way around the city wall since the escalators close at 1am, I got to skip down the big hill with the birthday boy, Ben.
Don't laugh!
...it was fun.

You just wish it was you!

Well, it made me think that maybe that's how I want to ring in MY 21st.
Hurtling down a hill at top speed
holding someone's hand
not scared in the least...