Adesso Sono Pronto.

Adesso Sono Pronto.

Now that I have some headphones in, I am ready to write.

I made amici nuovi at TNX; at first I wandered around questioning whether coming alone was a good decision or not, but I was approached by un'italiana and we began to talk. She spoke just a bit of english, so we communicated as best we could.

"Stai sola?"

"Si."

"Adesso tu hai un'amica. Balliamo!"

She introduced me to the security guard and some of her friends; we danced around a bit on the upper level and then I went downstairs to be in front of the music. I met more people down there; one guy I met was particularly nice and took me under his wing. Il suo nome è Michele. Lui è un DJ da Pisa. From what he told me it sounds like he plays a similar style to Justin's music (Justin is il mio ragazzo in Indiana). It got too crowded so he took me upstairs into a VIP area and we talked for a bit. He told me he had a girlfriend, that he didn't approve of the Italian way of life, that he preferred Switzerland.

I also made friends with the security guard. After the show I spoke with him and he asked how I would get home. I told him I planned to take a taxi. In his french accent he spoke in near perfect english.

"Wait just a few minutes and I'll see if one of my colleagues can give you a ride to center." I waited, and waited, then finally he returned.

"Come with me. You like Moto?" I sort of thought he said motel, but I wasn't sure, so I said yes.

I was ready to clarify, but he led me to his moto - his scooter - and gave me a ride all around Firenze before taking me back to my apartment. The permasmile came to my face as I summated the situation for myself: Diana is riding through Firenze on the back of a scooter at 5 am while holding on to a big black french man named Thierry. I laughed to myself, giddy at my own carpe diem.

I didn't know anyone when I left for the club, and I survived.

Of course.