The Italian Night Life

It was decided that we were going to find and go to an Italian night club on Saturday night. Somehow of another, someone found/ was told about the night club Centrale. Funny thing about European clubs is they do not open until late--midnight or later. So about 2300, we all (there was about twenty of us) walk to the bus stop to catch a bus to Florence, where the club is. About and hour later we finally get to the club, between waiting for the bus, the bus ride, and trying to find the club. I was wondering how much this excusion was going to run me, when all of a sudden we are sheparded to the front of the line and given passes to get in free. Turns out, a few people from our group and met and talked with one of the guys that worked at the club earlier that day in Florence. He had given them his card and told them his name, "Eugene". So when we arrived, they saw Eugene and he helped us Americans out. The club was outside in this open pavilion-like thing. But even though it was open, with no walls, the dance floor was sooo warm! We had so much fun; the place was crazy! Everywhere you turned, you saw attractive Italians! We danced for about 3 hours straight, then decided it was late and we probably should head back. It wasn't until after 0400 that I finally crawled into bed. But it was worth it!