Drinks costs in Moscow middle-class venues
May I chime in with a question ? :)
How much do a mojito or a Corona cost in a place like Che ?
Do people (girls) drink Baltika or vodka in this kind of middle-to-upper class venues or only cocktails and imported beers ?
A tale of tail in three cities - back to Moscow
Monday in Kiev was back to back business meetings. My stomach was feeling much better and I was getting my strength back [after a bad case of Turkmenbashi's revenge]. I got the airport at 7:30 PM for a 9:40 PM flight and soon on my way back to Moscow. On the plane, I met a gorgeous blond named Vika who got on and sat in the window seat in my row just before the door closed. My initial thought was, “oh sure, another rich spoiled Russian Blondnika” who prances onto the plane at the last moment and think she owns the place. I had the aisle so there was just the two of us. She was really stunning and Ilar, who was sitting in the aisle seat across from me, kept needling me to make a move on her. That’s not usually my style so I just sort of laughed it off. When the drinks cart came around she ordered a shot of Garilka (Ukrainian vodka) so I followed suit and just before drinking I offered a toast just to be polite. This turned out to be a great ice breaker as she got very chatty. She said she did not speak any English but could understand some as she is an international lawyer working for a firm in Moscow. I asked if she had been in Kiev for the weekend as well, but she told me that she had been in Tbilisi (Republic of Georgia) for the weekend and that direct travel between Georgia and Russia was pretty limited these days, hence the connection in Kiev. One shot led to two, and two led to three and pretty soon we were both pretty chatty.
She was a Russian citizen as she declined the usual landing card for foreigners so I am guessing that she might have Georgian relatives. In any case, we started chatting about Moscow and asked her which her favorite night club was. She said she didn’t do night clubs much and preferred Jazz clubs. On the subject of restaurants she told me her favorite was Ginitsvalli, so there MUST have been some sort of Georgian connection. One thing led to another and she agreed to have dinner with me on Tuesday night as she did not go back to work until Wednesday. She gave me her phone number and agreed to the date. When we landed, we walked together down to the immigration in SVO-1 and split as she walked into the line for Russian citizens. All this time Ildar has his mouth hanging open and offering new found respect for my pick up abilities.
The flight arrived just after 12:00 midnight and immigration was quick and easy. Ildar’s driver was waiting outside so in moments we were headed into town. Ildar had an early meeting on Tuesday so he declined my offer to hook up with Pizdyets at Itazsh. It wasn’t until I got out of the car that I realized that I had left my Russian mobile phone on the fucking plane. Damnit. I still had my US Blackberry with me so I wasn’t incommunicado, but Vika’s number was on that phone!!!!!! Double damnit.
Pizdyets and I had a few drinks back at Itazsh and decided to relocate to Hot Dogs to check out the action. I honestly can’t remember the name of the girl I dragged home that night or what I paid her because I was so pissed off that I lost my stupid phone with Vika’s number on it. She probably sat home Tuesday night and cursed that stupid Americanits for not calling her.
But speaking of Hot Dogs, it was pretty dead on that Monday night. Pizdyets and I agreed that we would have one beer (maybe two) and then give some serious thought to hitting one of the salons. There was a brunette sitting next to us at the bar that I gave a passing glance and a smile to but that was about it. The rugby was on TV so we chatted and laughed about my “shitty” weekend in Kiev and decided one more beer would not hurt. For no particular reason, I turned to the gal next to me and asked if I could buy her a drink. She asked for a shot of Red Label which immediately got my attention as most of the girls (as you all know) tend to shy away from whiskey while they are working. There was something a bit shy and non-aggressive about this girl, which was not what I was in the mood for considering how pissed off I was about losing Vika’s number. Screw the phone – I wanted that NUMBER!!!!
Luckily, a stereotypical “dirty girl” materialized and soon Pizdyets and I were sitting at the table with the two of them discussing the price of tea in China. Dirty Girl kept telling me “pashlee, pashlee” (let’s get outta here) so when Pizdyets and Whisky Girl got up to dance we made a move to my apartment and she punished me for losing Vika’s phone number. Whip me – beat me – make me write bad checks…….
NOTE: I will post this in both the Ukraine thread and the Moscow thread as it’s a lead-in to the rest of the week in Moscow.
Ni Ryba Ni Myaso - Ni Vodka Ni Pivo
[QUOTE=Doctor_Skank]however according to my observations in Moscow (at least in the middle to upper class clubs/bars) beer and vodka are out, at least among girls.[/QUOTE]
I totally concur. If you're walking in a park, they'll agree to drink beer with you, but both vodka/beer are eschewed in the club unless there are no other options.
BTW, a mojito in Chikivara (local speak for Che) costs 400R, at least on weekends.
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I'm a fairly heavy club drinker myself, so lesser thirsty party-goers may spend less than me...
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Yup... I don't leave home without at least 15K in my pocket, and that's with no intention for p4p. Forget about my liver - that's reason enough to stop drinking.
Recently had a first date with a 20 y.o. ballerina/studentka (we met at Che). She's tall, blonde, super tight body, great legs, shapely ass, cute face with rosy cheeks and has a super smile. I really wanted to get into her pants, so went for a walk in the park, then took her to a high-end seafood restaurant, ordered just about the cheapest wine on the menu (2800R), 2 starters, 2 mains, then proceeded to a trendy bar for postprandial cocktails. Total was 12K ($480) but I still didn't close the deal. Mind you that I can afford it and the 7 hours of conversation was surprisingly scintillating, but it has made me reassess the meaning of "freebie" when I could have outcalled a HotDog girl I met previously and spent half of that.
In for a kopek - in for a ruble.
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Recently had a first date with a 20 y.o. ballerina/studentka (we met at Che). She's tall, blonde, super tight body, great legs, shapely ass, cute face with rosy cheeks and has a super smile. [/QUOTE]
Yes, I can corroborate the physical description if she's the same on from Wednesday night. I was wondering how all of that went. You're full invested now buddy - stay the course until you close the deal. In for a penny - in for pound.
After an uneventful pub crawl with some expat Brits, I hooked up with Pizdyets and Solntsa Yada last Wednesday night at Che around midnight. I was my first time in Che and it was shoulder to shoulder standing room. Within a few minutes, this girl in her late 20's makes eye contact with me and starts coming my way. Solntsa Yada intercepts her and she tells him in English that she wants to meet me but SY decides that she's a "3" at best and sends her on her way. The fact of the matter is that there were quite a few girls there that night you would not exactly consider pretty. And they had to be there for only one reason.
For the rest on the night she's giving me the eye from across the bar and, while I agree with Solnsta Yada, she wasn't very good looking but there was something strangely attractive about her. It's like looking at a solar eclipse - you know it's not going to be good for you, but you can't look away. She had jet black hair with dark eyes and really full lips - almost like they had been injected.
Once Pizdyets and Solntsa Yada got tangled up with the Blond Beauty and her friend - The troll made a bee line to me and starts up some conversation. Turns out, her name was Nyuka and she's originally from Turkmenistan. She ran away from home several years ago in disgrace because she fucked a Russian boy and got pregnant. I told her that I had just been in Turkmenistan the previous week and that I thought that Turkmen girls were sexy because they were so unavailable. That seemed to have done the trick because were were out the door in record time. It was clear that this girl had been rejected by the most of the guys in the bar and needed sex badly.
I don't normally like to get into details but this girl was wild. Single Mom, from outta town, yada, yada, yada. She insisted on CBJ but at the very last moment rips off the condom and insists that I give her a "mask", as in "glaze the face". Holy cow, THAT was a little unexpected. Anyhow - it was clear that she had a itch that needed scratching. The funny thing was that she ate me out of house and home. My food supplies were dwindling but she damn near ate everything in the fridge. She was not fat (quite the contrary) but had one hell of an appetite (sexually and otherwise).
Anyhow - the moral of the story is that even the (seemingly) ugly girls need love too. There is a reason they don't get faced at Che.