When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...
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On the trip to Venice today, we had to make a pit-stop at a french perfumary. It was another one of those contiki kick-back stops. The guys were absolutely not impressed, but most of the girls were like kids in a candy store. I didn't plan on buying anything, but why not get some french perfume to brag about when I get home. I bought some called "belle de nuit." I think i wore it a few times on the tour, and I haven't worn it once since I got home. I think it smells a little more old ladyish than I thought it did when I bought it. Oh well. A waste of money, but a decent souvenier I suppose.
We stopped at a service stop for lunch. I had a great margharita pizza with a fanta and chocolate mousse.
After dinner, we all made our way to the Fusina bar, which has a reputation for getting a little crazy. Looking back on it now, it definitely exceeded its reputation.
I really should have stopped after the attitude adjuster, but I was on vacation. So then I had a long talk with Mike about stuff (reminisced about the Chateau), and found out that I'm quite a daredevil when f-ed up on attitude adjusters. We'll leave it at that.
We headed back to the bar, where my dear friend Di was completely hammered, and said "I should know better... I'm a nutritionist." It was one of our tour group's favorite quotes. After that, it was time to pass out.