Vodka Revolution
Mong's story has reminded me. A few years ago I was in a flat that was completely surrounded by erasmus students (as readers of 'Complaining' may recall). During their first week living there they mentioned that there was a welcome party for the foreign students at Vodka Revolution in the centre, so my flatmate's girlfriend being on placement in Gloucester we decided that this was an excellent way to spend an evening.

When the night in question drew in we headed out in search of naïve young students spending their first night in a new city. Steve had no intention of cheating on his girlfriend so he'd be perfect for chatting to nascent friendship groups while I tried to break my not insignificant dry-spell. We arrived at the bar rather early. About 23 hours early in fact, as our neighbour had mixed up the names of the days of the week. This wasn't going to stop us having a good time though, so we got a couple of beers and sat outside watching the girls in tiny skirts going in and out of bars. Just as we were finishing our pints two gorgeous leggy brunettes wearing rather revealing tops approached us:

"Could you guys help us drink our vodka?"

Titting Christ, this is unprecedented. Being gentlemen we obliged these sirens by drinking shot after shot of their vodka until we'd got through them all. By this point it was getting a bit late and the girls had clearly each picked one of us. Steve's stands up and suggests moving this on to a club, mine thinks this is a brilliant idea. That's when I remember that Steve has a live in girlfriend, so he politely declines.

I don't really need to say what happened next, do I? It's painfully obvious. I regretted it for the whole long walk home with my lanky ginger flatmate.
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