I got a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick to the face....

And survived to wrote about it, if not remember it.

After the eventful Thursday night, we went to the catacombs. Upon arriving we realized that since Italians do whatever they want, the catacombs were closed for siesta for 2 hours. I chased a pigeon to pass the time. No joke. Could have caught him if I wanted. I just didn't feel like it.

The pigeon and i circling eachother

This was right before shit went down. It flew straight at John, then right back at me. Asshole pigeon.

That night we went out to a random place in Rome. Equipped with our cheap liquor we went and found a random place that seemed to be having a jazz festival. It was full of people and since drinking in public is legal we settled down on a sidewalk and drank. We had a blast.]

Next day was nothing too much. We split up to do all the things we still had to take care of. John and I went out to the forum area cause he hadn't seen it yet. Also checked out the circus maximus. Really sweet place where they had the chariot races. It's all ruins bow, but still cool. We also checked out a street art competition.

We regrouped that night and all went out for a nice dinner. It was awesome Italian food.

John owed me 2 drinks from before because we had money on bets. (dont bet me, i dont bet unless i know im right.) moose are bigger than elk, and canada won the most gold medals any country has won in a winter olympics. = 2 drinks for Deaner. That night we decided to challenge Chuck Norris.

I'll explain. I posted on my facebook a while ago how I'm staying at this hostel and blah blah. I got a response from like 3 people saying "say hi o Charlie the bartender for me and make sure you challenge Chuck Norris!"

Challenge chuck we did. The bars signature shot/drink is called...are you ready?....

"The Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kick To The Face"

A kick to the face it is. It doesn't fit into a shot glass. 3 shots usually don't.

1 shot of Sambuca
1 shot of jäger
1 shot of (real) absinthe
3-4 good splashes of Tabasco

= Face kick by chuck.

I don't remember much of the rest of the night. But the morning sucked. I had to get on a plane to Dublin at 11 which meant leaving the hostel at 830. Not fun to do.

Also not fun to do.... Flying with a head that has just been roundhouse kicked.