forget it.
don't even try.
there is NO WAY ON EARTH that one can keep up with russians when drinking vodka.
i tried.
i failed. miserably.
it was on a fine friday about 2 years ago, when i was living here for a few months. i just wanted to go for a beer and some heavily-fried food to the pub in my street with my friend (also non-russian).
so we did. we ordered our irish beer and fries and other fried stuff. at the table next to us, there were 3 fine russian ladies. with a few beers. and a bottle of vodka. the bottle was empty within no time at all. so they order more. and invite us to join in and drink with them.
stupid us. we did.
we ended up staying in the pub until after official closing time (closing time in bars are flexible in russia, often depends upon the last customer). then we headed for some snobbish club. more vodka. some dancing. more vodka. some more dancing. more vodka. some more dancing in a sort of separee. and more vodka. actually, it could also have been gin, i really don't remember anymore.
eventually we escaped and got home somewhere between 5-7 am (i think - i have very vague memories of the way back home), completely shitfaced. when we left the club, the russian chicas were still going strong on drinking and dancing...
it took us 24 hours to recover and sober up from our vodka-encounter. the whole next day (or, rather, afternoon and evening) was in a hazy blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........................
i had learned my lesson...
Friday, November 11, 2005
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