Lost in Florence: The Rock Bars in Florence

It was this annoying week in which we had to hand in our midterm projects, my friends and I haven’t been going out much, so we decided that we should do definitely do something that night.

We kept postponing going out, and our friends were impatiently waiting for us at this rock bar. I’ve never been there before, so I was looking forward to seeing this scene in Florence, so my friends and I took off and started walking to the bar; it was raining, and the streets were empty.

It was almost depressing, however; we got there.

It was a tiny bar; with a live Italian rock band, the music wasn’t so bad after all. People were chilled. It was 2 am, and the place was closing up already.

So we decided to head to a more “serious” rock bar with one of the bands.

I didn’t know the names of any members of the band, and I didn’t understand most of them, but it was either doing this or going back home, so my friends and I decided to go for it.

We got to the destined place, and System of a Down was playing. People were aggressively dancing, wearing all black and too much make up.

Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but there was a different type of fun to it. Marilyn Manson started playing, my friend was in a serious conversation with one of her friends, and I knew no one.

As I was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing awkwardly to Marilyn Manson, a long haired dude approached me, he was the bassist or something like that, who kept talking to me about how he’s straight edged because if we looked around us, we’ll realize surrounded by drunken idiots.

I see his point, however, I couldn’t really indulge in a conversation like that while Slipknot is playing louder than my thoughts.

A fight broke, and I wasn’t sure whether they were dancing or beating each other up, I avoided it anyway.

Then out of nowhere, a wild Marilyn Manson wannabe appears, this is when my day got interesting, the guy looked exactly like Marilyn Manson, with a white colored eye, heavy powder, lipstick, and straight long black hair.

I found myself running towards him and telling him “HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YOU ARE MARILYN MANSON’S TWIN BROTHER“

The guy had weak English, yet he seemed pleased with my comment, and considered it as a compliment, then he let me take a picture of him then told me “My girlfriend is here and she will get jealous if she sees you.“

(Oh, no one wants to mess with a girl who’s boyfriend looks like that.) But his warning made me laugh nevertheless.

My friend finally finished her conversation and was back, but the bar was also closing down, it was almost 5 am, so we just headed home to continue our boring week of work.

Experiencing the rock scene in Florence was entertaining, though!