Ok so after some needed rested and a European breakfast Jill(who arrived just after midnight) and I headed to the tourist destinations. After a few hours of off the bus on the bus, we had some leisure time on the waterfront. The Atlantic is about 50 degrees right off on the Antarctic but it looks gorgeous. CT is very clean and the views are incredible. After a fancy dinner where the expensive wine cost $3 a glass we headed to a locals favorite club for the young at heart. I’ve decided that I am neither young nor at heart. I’ve also decided that to fit in here you either need to be anorexic, totally hot, or barely dressed or maybe a combination of all three. I had no idea I would need a boob job and to starve to death before I set foot in a club. I am not joking this place makes New York City looks so not trendy. After a something something light beer, Jill and I decided we were old and called it a night. I mean the bachlorette was actually wearing white underwear consisting of pretty panties and a brass ire of some sorts and a fear and she may have been over dressed. I now know the meaning of eye candy.