Fidel is Gone!!

4th of July, 2008
Friday night, hungry for something to do, I went to see Andrew Roth and Hart at Fidel, the trash bar on Dumskaya. As the days in St. Pete are ticking away, I wanted to get as much out of the nightlife as I could.

Right after work, I went for a run in Marsovoe Polye with Dima, which was quite pleasant, but Dima started hurting again in his spleen so we had to go back earlier. That night we also switched out room. Moving out of my palace like room with a private jacuzzi and tv was painful, but the room i was moving to wasn't that bad either.

Although Dima agreed to go out with me to see our friends at Fidel's he ended up disappearing at the last minute and goiing MIA for the whole night. I think about 12 people tried to reach him that night, but to no avail.

I went straight to Fidel, meeting up with Tiffany on the way there. As we were entering Fidel, the racist bouncer recognized me and congratulated me on it being 4th of july. Not my favorite person to talk to, I felt espcially weirded out when I walked in with Tiffany.
Andrew and Hart pulled up shortly and we hit off pretty well. I had a white russian, which looked like milk, for which i got teased the entire night. Pretty soon after, I wanted to head out and see some other places, so we decided to hit up City Bar.