We started the night at Lion's Fountain. Julie, Smags, & Julia got lemon shots that were on fire! While trying to trying to steer clear of the friendly-but-not-in-a-good-way locals, we were approached by a young guy who asked us if we were from Chicago. (Is it obvious?) He happened to be from Chicago, too! To get an image: this guy was in a suit/tie, complete with a suit coat, & just seemed important. After conversing about not missing the snow but missing the Bulls, he casually told us he was the owner of Astor, the coffee shop/restaurant by day, club by night, commonly frequented by the Jersey Shore. Aka he's the Scott Disick of Florence! The night ended passing the entire line at Twice, dancing in a roped off area, complete with a bouncer & flaming bottles of champagne. What?
sign at the Lion's Fountain
promise I was just trying not to get sparks in my eyes



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