Ro-MANIA
Apologies if this is a pearoast..can't remember or be bothered checking. More of an expensive night than weekend also...

Anyway - while working for a videogame publisher I was required to travel to Romania 1 week in every month to check on a development team's progress.

A wonderful thing about Romania, or at least the part where I frequented was that instead of getting uppity about businessmen bringing ladies of the night 'home' with them, they just decided to cut out the middleman and get a piece of the action themselves and set up a 'strip-club' in the basement.

One trip I was given a EU 2.5K bonus by the developer for helping them get their game through submissions and approved for release.

To celebrate we of course headed down to the 'Galaxy Bar' and decided to get a few drinks, then a few more. My companion left after about 5-6 overpriced vodka's and I decided to stay rather than retire upstairs to my room. Soon girls were asking if they could sit with me and get a drink - "of course!" I replied.

This went on for several more hours whereby I was convinced the women were all in love with me and I must be King Party of England in their eyes.

I finally decided to settle my bar tab and head on up to Bedfordshire and was somewhat surprised (and wholeheartedly sober again in about 0.3 seconds) to find out it came to oooh...about EU 2.5K

After refusing to pay as I had obviously been conned by the girls as they were buying bottles of Bollinger on my tab without me knowing, some 'larger gentlemen' persuaded me it was in my best interests to pay with cash instead of bits of my body.

I walked to the elevator and then to my room doing a great impression of Nick Moran when he loses the card game in Lock, Stock...

The next morning I was still so gutted I decided to empty the mini-bar. The funny thing is, the whole lot only came to about £40. Next time I'll just stay in my room drinking from the mini-bar and have a posh wank.

I still feel guilty for blowing that much of a bonus on not even getting any, when it could have bought me and the ex a cracking holiday or even paid off a credit card.

Apologies for length (of bar receipt).
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Thu 13 May 2010, 18:42, Reply)