Rome After Dark

So I personally love nothing more than a gals' night of good times. Partly why I adore SMC so much, it's like a never ending girls' night. I have come to realize that Rome is actually the perfect city for a night of selfies, girly drinks and giggles. It is also the place where it is acceptable to be my mother circa 1980s. Let me explain a typical night:

7:00pm- We all wake up from our naps, gorgeous and revitalized, of course.
7:15pm- We walk room to room trying to figure out what to do for dinner. Pasta and pizza or pasta and pizza?
7:30pm- We walk room to room trying to figure out what to wear.
8:00pm- We get ready. Kinda. Sometimes it's really hard to care, but I normally reapply deodorant.
8:30pm- We walk out the door and promptly someone asks, "does anyone know where we are going?" No one usually does.
9:00pm- We finally find a restaurant as our stomachs begin digesting themselves.
9:05pm- The waiter immediately asks us "ehhh, vino... white or red?" We all respond with "the house chardonnay," like I'm sorry, who are we? My mom. That's who.
9:30pm- Depending on restaurants, we either order individually, or sometimes they just bring out a schmorgaspord of bruschetta, pasta and pizza. It's ALWAYS amazing.
11:00pm- After chatting, giggling, sharing food, drinking wine, being ridiculous and eating, we are ready for more. This is when we normally go to some sort Americanized study abroad bar. This is where we sit and listen to the best of what apparently Europeans think American music is (everything from Fall Out Boy to Nelly throwbacks to ABBA remixes and Come On, Eilleen. It's actually the greatest) and sip on our gin and tonics with two limes (once again, the Renedawg gene in me is coming out).
12:30am- We hit a discoteca for some tequila shots (more limes, please) and dancing like the white American girls we are. A lot of pointing at each other. A lot of singing to each other.
2:30-3:00am- Back in my pajamas, giggling with my fellow gin and ton-ton gals after a fabulous night in this wonderful city.
3:00am- Fast asleep, dreaming of what great adventure the next day will bring.

It's the ultimate Smick chick experience. How lucky am I?