I had the most amazing dinner (other than Korean BBQ for my birthday) last night. We went to this spot in the outskirts of Kiev. Rather than trying to get all descriptive about it, I'll just use bullet points (that's the adman in me):
- They greet you with a shot of vodka.
- You rent your own private room with a fireplace
- The food was just ok, but the steak fries were the best I've ever had.
- Bring your own booze.
- A Ukrainian folk band came in and performed a few songs for us.
- Strippers came into our room and handed out business cards.
- Cam brought his laptop and speakers and supplied the music.
- We broke a good amount of glasses and plates just because.
- A friend accidentally broke my big toe by stepping directly on it (while he managed a faceplant directly on the bench).
- Good company -- which is really fundamental to any good meal.
The rest of the night was kind of a blur; but I'll go on to say that we got rejected from two night clubs, ended up at a small bar where another fight spurred out with one of us and a Scottish guy (that was a scared little bitch that didn't do shit after he and this girl he was with started it) where there was pushing and shoving inside the bar, and we ended up drinking in another bar.
All I know is that last night I kept on saying, "I'm drunk (as fuck) and my toe still hurts." Today I woke up to a purple ass big toe (clearly broken) that is turning blacker by the minute. I also have a busted left knee and a big ol' bruise on my right thigh (the shape of California, the size of Rhode Island).
I think I need to spend a few more days in Kiev because I can't walk without singing that "mama say mama saw mama maku say" song in my head. I don't like house music much, but my toe is throbbing at 120 beats per minute.
Right now I'm thinking, "Ideally, I'll make it back home alive."
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