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Typical italian iconography.
  
We slept most of the day and ended up at a bar near the colloseum for a friend of Siobhans' birthday. All these locals speak english, and the birthday dude, Andrea (in the yellow sweatshirt) spoke with a british accent because he learned english in England. Multi linguals make you feel like an undereducated ass. Italian brits are hysterical.
 
The locals can drink over here.
Similar to Philadelphia, mass transit stops running early, and bars close before you're done. Unlike Philadelphia, In Rome I was hanging out with 4 very attractive girls. It was easy enough for them to arrange us a ride home.
Some izone shots from earlier in the day. I finished a Ralph Nader biography; the man is so much more qualifid than any of the Bush's or Gore's and shouldn't even be mentioned in the same sentence as a Perot - read about him. We also ate at a local joint we've frequented here in Rome - La Fenice. Pennette al salmone, amazing food.
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