When I heard that IBN's artist qiandade was in Athens I just had to see this smart ass guy. So a meeting was arranged at OAKA to combine business and pleasure. Of course I never met him there because of some 'force majeure', or at least that was his (lame) excuse anyway...
After some seriously laborious negotiating and personal information gathering (by some other IBN members) and numerous harassments over the phone he finally agreed to meet yours truthfully for some drinks in probably the dirtiest area of Athens.
Of course as a typical rude German he was pretty late, so I started drinking some low quality, mixed with water lame Greek barrel wine without waiting for him. But it didn't all come easy, because apparently qiangdade is playing in a league of his own and he is usually drunk 20 hours a day, so as you can imagine it was not easy to spot each other in the crowded square, but I think that the fact which gave him away was the fact that he was the only one consuming alcohol on his own...
So we headed back to the place we were supposed to have drinks, of course since the moment we sat down I don't remember much, just ordering some more wine for me while none of the waitresses even bothered to ask qiangdade to order as he was apparently too ugly to even speak to.
Come to think of it, I remember him asking me about 50 times where had I learned to speak Lithuanian... this of course
was just beyond me, as I don't know a single Lithuanian word, so you can imagine the levels of his drunkenness.
Things started becoming surreal after some more alcohol as upon returning from the restroom I found him sitting at a different table and when I asked why he moved, he said he didn't... apparently he was so wasted that he didn't notice that someone had moved him... some witnesses even claim that we were so drunk that we started hugging (what the fuck?!?!) and taking some ridiculously absurd pictures together. What can I say?
I'm not saying that it wasn't all fun and good but the guy somewhat ruined my plans, because when you want to flirt with some red haired and blond Greek chicks, your (already slim) chances of actually getting lucky automatically drop to below zero when you have a drunk guy looking like Georgi Muresan sitting next to you...
Well the last thing I remember is that he had to go because he was wanted at home (no wonder he was on his phone all the time) and me dropping him at a taxi piazza.
P.S. Dude who paid for our drinks? Can't remember paying...
There are some, but I don't know if qiangdade would be OK with posting them here, if you know what I mean...
After some seriously laborious negotiating and personal information gathering (by some other IBN members) and numerous harassments over the phone he finally agreed to meet yours truthfully for some drinks in probably the dirtiest area of Athens.
Of course as a typical rude German he was pretty late, so I started drinking some low quality, mixed with water lame Greek barrel wine without waiting for him. But it didn't all come easy, because apparently qiangdade is playing in a league of his own and he is usually drunk 20 hours a day, so as you can imagine it was not easy to spot each other in the crowded square, but I think that the fact which gave him away was the fact that he was the only one consuming alcohol on his own...
So we headed back to the place we were supposed to have drinks, of course since the moment we sat down I don't remember much, just ordering some more wine for me while none of the waitresses even bothered to ask qiangdade to order as he was apparently too ugly to even speak to.
Come to think of it, I remember him asking me about 50 times where had I learned to speak Lithuanian... this of course
was just beyond me, as I don't know a single Lithuanian word, so you can imagine the levels of his drunkenness.
Things started becoming surreal after some more alcohol as upon returning from the restroom I found him sitting at a different table and when I asked why he moved, he said he didn't... apparently he was so wasted that he didn't notice that someone had moved him... some witnesses even claim that we were so drunk that we started hugging (what the fuck?!?!) and taking some ridiculously absurd pictures together. What can I say?
I'm not saying that it wasn't all fun and good but the guy somewhat ruined my plans, because when you want to flirt with some red haired and blond Greek chicks, your (already slim) chances of actually getting lucky automatically drop to below zero when you have a drunk guy looking like Georgi Muresan sitting next to you...
Well the last thing I remember is that he had to go because he was wanted at home (no wonder he was on his phone all the time) and me dropping him at a taxi piazza.
P.S. Dude who paid for our drinks? Can't remember paying...
Originally posted by mvblair
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