Goth Bar

Last night we went to a bar called "Ula Ula" to see our "buddies" that are trying to learn English. Sadly, the majority of the people in this bar weren't our "buddies" but obnoxious, loud, fat chicks from Texas. So, after about fifteen minutes of frying in there since it was so hot (probably because it was so packed with fat chicks) and realizing that the cute bartender probably has herpes because he's a cute bartender, we decided to leave to go to a bar we had heard of called Woodstocks - named after the music festival and totally decked out in paraphenilia from that era. On our way out we asked one of our friends where it was, but he was interrupted by a fat, Texan chick who really wanted to practice her English and give us directions. The entire time she was speaking I was thinking about funny, rude, snarky things I can snap back with but shouldn't say so I totally missed her directions.

We went outside anyway, and asked one of the people (the guy who had been circling like a hawk, grabbing people's almost empty glasses and bottles and putting them behind the bar to be "helpful) where Woodstocks is. He told us a couple blocks on the corner. So, we walked a couple blocks but there was just some other bar with an older couple in it. We stopped another man and he told us the same thing. So we walked back to the corner and across from the old-people's bar there was a Goth Bar. Now, I am by no means goth, I probably own 4 black articles of clothing and 2 of them are underwear but we figured the drinks would probably be pretty cheap and we would get GREAT service since it was literally empty, so we went in. They used more expensive/larger quantities of vodka, so we knocked back a drink each, posed for some pictures with the creepy wall art of Zena executing a large worm, Jesus being crucified next to a lava-dragon, etc. chatted up the less-attractive but probably equally STD-ridden bartender with long nails for a while, and then left.

By the time we got to Woodstock's it was pretty late, and I was pretty drunk (couldn't stop hiccuping enough to effectively consume my drink). I went to the bathroom - where they sold condoms for a Euro, panties for 2 Euro (come in all shapes and sizes, over 200! and you can't pick which ones you get, and vibrating cock ring for 3 Euro - and on the way back saw a girl in Crocs, which brought me back to reality that I need to just go home. So we walked home, and I continued to play online for several hours. Overall, getting really trashed to come home and play online alone: totally worth it.