Day 2 in Milan : continued

Did i say "stronzo". Well you will find out what that means. We get back to the hotel so my friends can get ready and prepare for their dinner dates. The sweet Italian men, they met where making them dinner. Wow, that's great. The plan was to join them later at Duomo. So i later go to check them out and first thing they say, you wouldn't believe it. Something incredible happened. I'm waiting for more amazing news. The guys called and cancel. What??? They called and left a message with the front desk. The poor guy at the front desk had to relay the message to them. Get this, they canceled because they were sick. Wow how original. Is it me or have i heard this before. Ok never mind. Welcome to the big city girl. So being the only one in good spirit, i tell them, you can't worry about that, tonight is your last night before you fly back to Portland. Let's make the best of the night.
So we head out to dinner at some restaurant next door and then go out. One suggests we go to the place Mexican restaurant, where they had met the guys. Supposedly it was a very fun place. On our way we meet these two cool brits on the train who tag along. We get there, it seems the set up is now geared towards a romantic dinner. We check another bar. Before we know it, we are bar hopping. We then decide to check out some clubs next door. Gate fee, 70 euro. I guess when you are called Hollywood, you can charge anything. NOT!!. So we go back to the Mexican restaurant. Who do we run into, my friends italian dates. Wow so much for being sick. I told them, if you can chill, cool just have fun you are leaving anyways, but if you cant with them there, then lets go. One was cool, the other couldn't relax. Then i cant really have fun. What stronzos "aholes"!! I also think that restaurant was popular among basketball players. There where at least 15 guys in there who where at least 6'5' and most americans. Did i tell you it was snowing outside. Great. So we are bar hopping in the snow. Just what my night should be. We go to another bar. One takes off to the bathroom while the two of us, get explicitly proposition. WTF. Do we look like stupid Americans. At this point, our only other option is to pay 35 euros to enter another club. i am indifferent as i will be here for a while. one wants to have fun, the other wants to go home. What the hell, lets go home. We are not having fun anyways, we are bar hopping in the snow (wet). We catch a cab. I break out the little Italian I know giving the directions. We get to the hotel and crash the kitchen. Why do we find croissants just sitting there. Of course we indulge. We said our goodbye and went to bed at 4am. I set a wake up call for 8:30am. I couldn't miss breakfast this time.