We'd just finished drinking a whole bottle of Gorilka pepper-honey vodka; it was already 1:30am, so English Teacher M and I were pretty much ready to go to bed.
"Let's go to the House of Pain, we haven't been there in a while," said S.
"I'll go if M goes," I allowed.
"I don't want to go there," said M. "The last time I was there I got punched in the face."
Generally speaking it doesn't take much power of persuasion to get somebody who has drunk a third of a bottle of vodka to do what you want them to do. We made it to the House of Pain before 2:00am.
I think we'd been there about twenty minutes when English Teacher M got punched in the face.
(By the way, this is the same guy that got mugged a few days ago.)
It was all my fault really; I was propelling him towards the dance floor and he knocked into a guy and spilled beer all over him. Then he was being shoved around and swung at in a circle of flatheads; I rushed forward and somehow immediately ended up on the floor. (I think I slipped in the spilled beer, actually.)
But it died out as soon as it started; the guys weren't especially looking for a fight. Nevertheless, M's eyebrow was already split open and was bleeding a bit. Surprisingly little, actually. He's got a nice black eye, too.
Other than that it was a pretty rocking night. Hell, because of that, it was a pretty rocking night.
4 comments:
so, what happened to Ernest and his whirled?
Good question. Either he quit blogging, quit English teaching, or quit living. I give each option equal weight.
man, the last two posts have gotten this blog going again. I swear I can't believe sometimes how out of control you guys are. Don't get me wrong, I'm catching a buzz until 4am sometimes and hooking up with chicks but there's never any real feeling of aggression and violence,it's all some fun little joke as I walk past those people who might actually mug someone in russia but in germany they're waiting to get into the disco where the chicks have just spent the past two hours drinking champagne for free. Anyway...I guess that's why you never posted my interview of english teaching. Well, the chick broke up with me and so I got a better story now. haha, no, I don't. z
It's not us that's out of control; Russia is out of control.
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