Clubs: Fly & 18th Street Lounge.

 

I don’t have any pictures from Fly because it was small and we didn’t stay too long. But it was pretty sweet. The inside resembled...you guessed it...an airplane. But last night it was a little low key so we switched to 18th Street Lounge and then things got crazy.

 

There weren’t really any attractive girls there. In fact, it was a really weird crowd. There was a reggae-style band, but didn’t see any Rastafarians. Bizarre. Anyways, we decided to have some fun with some girls. Somehow me and Luis decided that I wouldn’t speak any English. And he convinced them I was Italian. And we were brothers. From different dads. This is how most of the night went. You can say it was interesting. Or awesome.

 

Basta. On with the pictures...