19:23

Now to start off with last night.

There was a festival downtown, so somehow it was decided we would go check it out at 12:30 in the morning. I should have known it was going to be a bad when we got outside the "apartment" and my drunk friends, who were being way too noisy, got yelled at by someone to be quiet, and the responded by telling him to, and I quote, "GOFUCKYOURSELF"... Yup bad start to the night.

We eventually get to a Tram to go downtown, and then to Duomo, where this supposed party was.

Naturally we arrive a couple hours late, and the only people that are left are the drunks, stoners, guys selling shit, and then the guys who run the bars...

It was going well until everyone I was with started fighting (I had sobered up by this point, it was about 2 hours since we were at the "apartment"). Two of them were fighting with each other, one had wandered off, another was staring into space, and the last one was smashing bottles and telling everyone to "gofuckyourself". It got very boring very quickly.

Eventually I went wondering up ahead of everyone else, and I turn around to see one of them being chased by an old Italian guy who (even though I don't speak Italian) was saying "pick up the bottle" then something that I can only assume to mean "you fucking drunk American". Pretty stupid to be honest, it could have been avoided had he only tossed his bottle in the garbage instead of in the street... stupid... Another one of my oh so retarded friends, then decided to call some kid "gangsta", this guy happened to be from LA so knew what he said, and what it meant. This kid came over and said "watch what you say, or you might get hurt" I laughed my ass off at this, because the guy who started this, had been looking for a fight all night, and when one appeared, he nearly shit himself. Twenty minutes later, he then told to equally drunk people something... They responded by grabbing bottles, and smashing the bottoms off and advancing on him... All I know is the fight never happened, I left, not the kinda think want to be apart of.

I would put names, but I don't think they would like people knowing what they do while drunk... Risking money, and a trip across the world... Oh stupidity

Then the walk home was pretty cool, told the drunks that they could either keep up with me walking, or wait 3 hours for the metro to open (at 6am). Only Anton kept up with me, and we had an awesome discussion which started out with me asking him why he though smashing bottles and breaking newspaper stands was OK, and ending with a talk about why he believes it is OK to be inconsiderate and destructive to your surroundings... It got pretty intense... Way more fun the babysitting drunk people.

So I got to bed as the sun was coming up, and then had to trek across the city for a casting call back. I get there and he looks at my book for 5 seconds, then says "Bye"... gah so much effort, and the way he said "bye" it looks like it won't happen. Lame.

Now I'm gonna watch yet another movie (Jumper this time)