I went to Warsaw for a friends’ stag party. Brilliant!
…Except that the Pope was there that particular weekend and so NONE of the bars were serving alcohol until he left the city.
…Which he did at midnight, which is when our long, cool pints of beer arrived. Ker-ching! Our tour guide had arrived 5 minutes before the drinks and we bought her one - a gin and tonic - which took forever to arrive, whilst our beers sat there glistening and cooing to us in soft, erotic voices. The other lads, being true gentlemen (and possibly wanting to impress the GORGEOUS tour guide) sat there waiting. I didn’t, I drank a loooong draft of my beer and smacked my lips loudly to make a point that the guys were being pussies for waiting when all the REALLY wanted to do was sup their pints that they had waited hours for.
Anyway, the GORGEOUS tour guide (called Ghosha - I’ll never forget her. Thank God her body was only great, not sensational like the rest of her, or I might never have stopped drooling, lol) took us to a bar called Desperados (yes, a mexican themed bar in the Polish capital), where we were VIP guests.
It was like a dream. The only other males besides us were dorky polish dudes and there was a bevy of lovely Polish ladies for eye candy (I have a woman at home). Even the hot blonde bar girl later got up and danced seductively on her own bar - fantastic!
The VIP room had a glass door (tinted black) that kept opening to disgorge a variety of semi-naked women every 20 minutes or so. One girl came into our room in denim hot pants, stipped out of them to reveal a flourescent bikini and stepped through the door.
Unable to resist my base urges, I looked through the door. It was a strippers platform - oh joy! - and since I knew the guys were watching me, I picked up her discarded hotpants and held them to my face, inhaling deeply and pretending to rub myself off.
It was hilarious, until I looked around, to see the bouncer staring at me, frowning deeply and holding out his hand for the hotpants. Ooops! I brinbed him handsomely not to eject me from the establishment.
Anyawy it was a great night and the next day we went out shooting pistols and AK47s, on a range.
Would definitely go again.
Well fuck, that beats any suggestions I had.
Polish girls are mostly hot and have mostly bad taste in men (the younger ones at least). Should be fun!
“Ile za dupe” means “Hello”.