When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...

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.

  A random meal, but it tasted good.  I also bought a bottle of water, as you're not supposed to drink the tap water in Italy.  I was sooo excited to be going to Italy, but the trip was really long.  Distance-wise it wasn't supposed to be so bad, but we ran into a lot of traffic on the way to Verona, but we made it in time to see Juliet's balcony, snap a few pictures, and get back on the coach. We arrived at the campsite around 9:30.  A great meal with pasta bolognase... yum.  Plus, garlic bread which was really good. 

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.  The Attitude Adjuster.

.. wow.  It's the bar's signature drink, made with a shot each of light rum, dark rum, gin and vodka, then mixed with a Bacardi Breezer.  They cost 8 euros each (about $12US), but they're worth every penny.  The problem is, they take a while to hit you, so after one, you barely feel a buzz, so you get another one.  By the time you're halfway through AA#2, you're pretty well messed up.  So, I had a lemon attitude adjuster, then an orange one, then the bartender gave me a free shot of something fruity.  Mike said I needed another drink, which I didn't, but who's to argue with a cute Aussie boy?

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.