I spent 3 weeks in Russia working as a volunteer carpenter. (translation: I carried and fetched things for Yergi and Misha) I decided to spend the last week and few days on a boat cruise from St Petersburg to Moscow.
On the Cruise I met up with a beutiful lady named Olga (lola) After drinking at the bar, we walked the ship and talked, then lots of heavy petting and kissing.
By the second night, she was in my bunk ever damn night, not sleeping
A very wonderful 8 days. Until she informed me she was only 17 :eek:
We exchanged addresses and other information. I did recieve one letter that following christmas and nothing since. I still send a Holiday card every year.
Just one of the many wonderful and or interesting things that happened while I was there.
I was to meet some of my friends in a bar in downtown Denver which was known to have good Mexican food. I was coming directly from work and I guess I looked somewhat nerdy that day. (I had horned-rimmed glasses at that time and would periodically wear bow ties and it could have been the case that day).
I got inside and found the place was populated by biker and street types but I spotted my friends way in the back rather dressed down to fit the place. Not long after I got to the table one of the lady bartenders said something to a bar patron that if he did something again he would be crawling out of the *%$# place.
Apparently he said it again and she came over the bar with a billy club in hand and started bashing the large biker type guy over the head, clawing and kicking him and by the time he stopped crawling and bleeding near our table, she was standing over him ordering a cook or somebody to drag the guy out.
The whole place was silent as she stood there in the light of the back door as they dragged the guy out and I (I thought quietly) said, “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks, it is the east and Juliet is the sun…”
She looked directly over at me came over to the table and said glowering, “What was that?”
and I said, a little intimidated, “Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.”
One of my friends tried to step in to save me from a beating since I did not have any of the padding the patron who had just been dragged out had. She just glared at him and he shut up. She went back to the bar and everyone at our table started breathing again. A few minutes later a barmaid came by our table with a round of drinks complements of the bartender and stopped to tell me that the lady’s name was not Juliet but she would not complain if I would be around at closing time.
We spent about two months together and she was a very sweet and nice young woman outside the bar, but inside the bar, pretty much everybody knew you didn’t mess with her.
