Showing posts with label booze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label booze. Show all posts

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Mongolian Metal

I've been to a few gigs since I got here way back in October, but none compare to the one we went to last night. It had it all: Cheap Russian beer in brown plastic bottles (a Russian longy, if you will), a raffle with a tattoo session as the main prize, squat toilets (complete with leaky pipes that sprayed a fine mist on you as you peed) and about 10 bands on the bill.

Squeezed in between more straight up indie rock bands were these legends:


This guy was clearly a fan:


Sam was perhaps a little less amused:


Katy won a prize in the raffle, but to her dismay, it wasn't a tattoo. She scored five plastic bottles of the Russian beer. Great for us, not so good for her, considering she doesn't drink beer. Nonetheless, she was very excited:


We later celebrated her win by dancing on stage with bands and then climbing a speaker stack for elevated dancing. Katherine and I further celebrated Katy's win by drinking her beer. Straight Arrows also represented:


As an aside, it should also be noted that Katherine is a winner herself. She's a winner not only because she's amazing, but also because she was given a giant novelty cheque. It's the stuff that dreams are made of. She won a raffle at a shopping centre. I see a trend emerging. Hey Crea, if you read this, can you please buy me a Lotto ticket?


Sketchy squat toilets: we survived! And lived to tell the tale! Or take a photo as the case may be. Here's Katy with the lovely Happiness after conquering toilets that make the Hopetoun's (RIP) look like bejeweled thrones:

More metal please. And maybe a meat tray.

Monday, December 28, 2009

I Ate This In Berlin #2

My expat friends living in Berlin say they are BIB* when they get home after being out of town. I am now BIUB# after spending a week IB^. (I am currently working for an NGO. Acronyms are becoming my life). I had a lovely time with the beautiful Ria + Chris and ate + drank many delicious things.

At a delightful xmas market we drank glühwein with Harriet. Not too much though - spewing warm red wine is no fun for anyone.


We drank Russische hot chocolate (go for one part cocoa and 17 parts vodka and you're on your way. Hello Moscow).



Christo gave a duck a bath before roasting it for xmas lunch. That duck sat on my knee in the train on the way home from the market. It had a bony butt. Its mother should have told it to eat more.


I saw these in the local booze shop. Of course I purchased them. Wouldn't you?


*Back In Berlin
#Back In Ulaanbaatar
^In Berlin