2 AM

I write to you at 2 AM, so take this post with a grain of salt (or sea salt if you're worried about sodium.) We were supposed to go to Monaco tonight with our fellow classmates, but it was pouring rain still, and we showed up at the meeting point to see that no one was there. We went to a bar, and played it cool. On our way back, Paul noticed the word "cabaret" written above one of the establishments. Bill did a 180 and went back to get a better look. The man at the door told us we could go in for 2 minutes and see what we thought. Sounds good to us. We entered to realize we were the only patrons there and were surrounded by about 15 hot European "dancers." We go to order beers and the tab comes out 90 euros. That's about 120 dollars for you Americans out there. We look at one another. Bill is Jones'in for female companionship and looks to be ready to pay. I am equally lonely, but my loneliness is only surpassed by my unwillingness to spend money. Paul and I bounce, and Bill follows suit. Another day I say, another day.