I arrived in this city yesterday strung out and in desperate need of sleep. The night before I had met up with Jacob in Istanbul. We went out to Tekyon, the gay club in Taksim and hung out all night drinking Roki, smoking cigarettes, and watching dance moves boys were doing to Turkish pop songs. We left at 4 in the morning when they shut the bar down. We walked back down to my hotel in Sultanahmet, planning on staying awake until we left for the airport, both of us having flights around 7am.
We had sex back at my hotel room and then left in a taxi to the airport. The driver was playing pop radio lightly. It was a Kylie song playing. I asked him if he wouldn't mind turning it up. He turned it up and looked back at us with a smile, giving up the thumbs up. It was a fantastic ride out of the city with this blaring soundtrack. At some point, Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" came on. Of course, it did. We sang along.
We parted ways at the airport and very quickly tiredness and miserableness started to overtake me, the drunkenness now morphing into feeling ill and hungover. I got on the plane and woke up in Rome, so desperate for a bed to crash in. Luckily I was able to check in right away and I spent my first day in Rome asleep in my hotel room. I woke up at night and went to a restaurant and ate some pizza and drank some wine. I wandered around these streets, taking in the sight of the Colosseum at night, but excited to see these things in the actual daylight, which I am now off to do.
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