I have been to Europe twice before. One time was a drunken, you know, with my girlfriend when I was about twenty-one years old. It was basically just a drunken romp through the streets of London. I barely remember anything.

For my second time, I went with my parents and a church group. I basically went because it meant a free ticket to Italy. Because I was with a church group we saw all of the famous churches and historical landmarks in Florence, which was great.

Let's just say that with Kathy it was a completely different experience. We may not have seen many churches, but you know, we attempted to find the gayest bar ever. Replace Dante's tomb with boys' night. Yes, it was definitely different.

Walking around with Graham Norton on Old Compton Street, which is supposedly the gay section of the town, it looked more like Sunday night after a Steelers game -- people walking around drunk and aggressive and really just angry about things. It was very scary actually. A mob surrounded us, which is definitely not what I'm used to in West Hollywood.