Tangling with the Natives

Day1:

Mixing it up at our favourite pub TWINS, we encounter some rather amorous locals and we are force to circle the wagons and defend the women and ourselves as well. Locals do not respond well to our kick-boxing style of dancing. However my "pogo-stick" style of dance only serves to say that we are of no harm to anyone.

Day2:

Enjoying some drinks on the couch at TWINS a waiter spills a "Bloody Mary" on my new green running shoes(good thing I didn't get the gold ones. I get very angry thinking that I am still in America and they will offer to buy me a new pair of shoes, instead our service is nonexistent for the rest of the night.

Day3:

Thinking that a different place may be a good idea at this point we go ride the "Mafia" Taxis to a new club called Freedom. After 20 minutes of driving through wrong ways and red lights we arrive ready for fun. Instead we are freed of 20 dollars for cab fare to a closed club. Next day we swear that we will go back to TWINS.

Day4:

ABSOLUTE sucks, we decide not to go there again because the DJs grasp of english consists of "I love LA" "F*cking" "Sh*t" and other intelligent conversation. People at the club really don't like this guy then start yelling at him, he responds by saying that he is going to kick our asses, nice way to get in with the crowd.