Waking up the following morning, sweatier then Gershon's jeans but beaming with excitement, because our final member was united and ready to start our official Gigolo Tour. Wandering around the tiny city of Turin, Kime reveals this impressive marble spot with a circle of ledges, centered with a towering statue. Everyone tickles around there for a couple hours then casually sloth to the station and board our train directly to Rome.

      Allow me to familiarize you with Derek Fukuhara our final member of this adventure. Most of you know he had a debut part in Filmbot Files and I was overjoyed when he agreed to enlist on our so-called skate mission. As our trip unfolded I noticed a very common quirk. Most interactions he encountered were always commonly compared to his home city of Orange County. Such as, "In Orange County because of all the traffic, this would have taken twice as long" or this classic phrase not so discreetly spoken, "That chick has Orange County ass." But with all these tidbits aside, Derek is a good kid, with great heart, has his head on straight with his eye on the prize, plus his skateboarding is solid and unique. I'm just glad we got his ass out of the damn OC.

      A simple 8 hour train ride, with no miscalculations, and amazingly we arrive in Rome unscathed, to be greeted by his mother Mimi and sister Julia. One of the incentives for Derek to come on this trip was the fact that he could meet up with his family, especially his mother who he doesn't get to see that often. And since she offered to pay for our 200euro hotel rooms in Rome, we were all glad to join Derek in this. A big thanks to Mimi for this!

      We check in, get situated, and rapidly get changed and venture out for a snappy Italian dinner. Parked right around the corner was a restaurant we commonly frequented, mainly because met a skinny waiter had the smallest mouth alive. I mean, no joke, this guy couldn't stick an Oreo in his mouth without breaking it in half. And after every plate we ordered, he would elongate the word, "Preeegggooo" voiced with this tiny pea size mouth, simultaneously with an index finger he would lift up in a shaking motion. James found this utterly hilarious, so he aptly nicknamed our waiter "Prego." On a side note, James completed his "must-do" and enjoyed a dish of authentic Italian ravioli.

      Let me enlighten you non-euro readers with this mid-story text. Wine is a simple bliss of life, normally drank with every dinner. And sadly with no attempts to refrain from the cliche or alcoholism, it's a great buzz. It really starts off your night well, either if you plan to go out or you would like to sleep sound. Hey, just giving you the FYI.

      Dinner's over, we had all consumed a smidge of wine and found ourselves quite tickled. But the party was far from over, and quickly the beer cart across from our hotel knew me by name. So, while walking down the street, beer in hand (another simple bliss of Europe) our attention is drawn to a group of young adults and it looks like a grand commotion. Since we really had no direction and slightly drunk, we thought we should do the party a favor and crash it. What we uncovered was an event called Pub Crawl, which is a traveling, organized bar party. It works like this: You meet at the top of the steps at some random Roman monument, pay some money for free beers, then as a group get wasted.

      Speaking kindly to the belligerent girls who worked this program, they get paid 100 bucks a day to socialize/drink with the kids who join, get them thoroughly wasted and keep them from getting ran-over in-between "pubcrawls". I can safely say, that I have found my new profession, but with that all aside, we merged with the group. On the final lap of their "Crawl" it finished off at a club/bar deal. Keeping the random details withheld, it was a noteworthy night, and I obtained a new impression of Australian girls. The girls influence was soo appealing that we, err I, have decided the next Filmbot expedition is to the country of Australia, so those Aussies reading this, get ready!

      Straggling along the following morning, everyone witnessed the unreplicated sights of the Coliseum, St Paul's Church and the Roman Ruins, but for some reason we kept giggling about Pubcrawl like school girls.

      Upon dark, we head to a recommended expensive eatery and chose to be sat outside on the sidewalk. At about middle course and a couple bottles deep, our Americanism seeped through, because I definitely viewed a couple get up and sits at a further table. This only fueled my obnoxious-ness, complimented with a semi-circle smile, cheek to cheek. By the end of the dinner, our jolly waiter had brought us sweet lemon liquor, told us to take the whole bottle and "enjoy it at home". Once hearing that, I dreamt of taking off my shoes, talking for another hour or two about obscene subjects, maybe even belt out some Guns 'n' Roses songs at the top of our lungs. But the single handed "getting rid of flies"gestures, plus the waiters basically removing table while our legs were still under it, gave us signals that were all too clear that our time has come to an end.

      It was really a great moment, and honestly it couldn't have been any better of a time, because before we could get any more ridiculous, another night of Pubcrawl laid ahead. Skipping forward about 10 minutes, I glance over to Derek hugging that free bottle of Lemon liquor and prepping rather rapidly for the night advancing. For those who have seen the movie Anchorman, "When in Rome. . ."

NEXT: Update # 3 / Valencia Orange Juice Mimosas.

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