New Year's party at Monarch was different than any I had experienced. Very cost effective - there is an entertainment fee and then we ordered off of the menu in advance. We arrived with the appetizers, wine and champagne set up on our table. The entres were not served until well after midnight.
We had Santa and Mrs. Claus wondering around and later doing part of the show. Various acts traveled around town and put their show on at each club that booked them. I think maybe six acts arrived at Monarch over the course of the evening. The go-go dancers were wondering around but did very little dancing.
At midnight we had the "paper" toast. We had written down a goal for 2015. We burned that paper in our champagne glasses, added champagne and then drank down the lot. Everyone went outside to watch some fireworks. The show continued and there was finally some dancing after midnight but my lady wanted to go home. We got home (one block) about 2 am. The party was still going when we left.
I prayed our "master of ceremonies" would get laryngitis but he failed to oblige. He apparently never met a silence he was not determined to fill. Other than the constant yakking in a language I did not understand, a very nice evening.
The club is not large and it was not full for this event. I expected to share our table and we did not.
"At midnight we had the "paper" toast. We had written down a goal for 2015. We burned that paper in our champagne glasses, added champagne and then drank down the lot."
One of the ladies who I am writing to wrote in her message the other day about this New Year's celebration toast tradition. She did not tell me what she was going to wish for, but seemed to imply that it would involve me.
I have been trying to explain to my 42 year old girlfriend that at 60, I am not an every day guy any more. Even with the help of Viagra. She is absolutely determined to prove me wrong. So far, she is succeeding.
Sitting in the Monarch club with my 42 year old lovely lady across from me. I am completely comfortable. Given my relative affluence and the fact I am a super nice guy, I think it would be easy to have one of the lovely 20 somethings across the table. It just would not feel so comfortable and natural.
I don't see any of the warning signs that this is a scam. This lady is already committed to me. We are not quite dry humping in public, but it is close. And once we are alone together I start to feel adolescent. We have a huge amount of fun just fooling around. It is my dumb luck to stumble into a relationship with a beautiful lady who meets my criteria who has had a brutally difficult year since her divorce. And it was not so good before the divorce. So even if I were not such a nice guy and so good to her, she would probably want to make this work. Of course, I was pretty confident about my first wife right up until she left me to marry her cocaine dealer (said marriage occurring before our divorce was final).
I am also committed to her. I bought her a washing machine today. When I move into her apartment, I do not want her hauling my laundry to the Laundromat.
The only potential issue I see now is her insecurity and potential weirdness arising out of that. I have a very low tolerance for drama.
OK guys. Home from karaoke night at City Center in Nikolaev. Because I was the crazy American in the place, I could have danced with any unattached woman who wanted to dance. There were a bunch of unattached women there tonight and I think any number of them would have danced with me were I not with an insecure lady.
If you are single, wonder around until you find an English speaking guy and offer to bring him to karaoke with a couple of friends to check out the chicks.It would be good if the group had a song or three to contribute. I spent $160 for a party of 8.
A couple of my group were great singers (not me). I had a fantastic time and my lady wanted to leave so I left while the party was going strong.
There was one of those lovely 20 somethings there who sang ballads beautifully. She was on her own with a couple and would have loved the attention of a foreigner of any age who knew how to have fun (and was not a jerk). I could have danced with her since she was right next to us and I had a number of cases where my group did not have a dance partner for me, but I passed for the sake of my lady.
I should mention the $160 covered all we could eat or drink. I had sushi. My young friend had at least 250 ML of Jack Daniels which she could not finish. My lady and I killed a couple of bottles of Chilean Cab and the other adults killed a couple of 500 ML bottles of Vodka.
Until Ukraine institutes more taxes on booze, it could perhaps be the party capital of Europe.
I should also mention there appears to be an informal competition among the girls to see who would wear the shortest skirt.
Did a little shopping on my own. In two shops, I bought items where the shopkeeper (apparently) did not speak English. Google translate on my Android with its voice recognition feature was a complete lifesaver. If you speak slowly and in sentences complete enough to provide it good context, it is almost like magic.
The Canary Islands, Madeira and Azores are in Europe, despite being in the Atlantic, Cyprus is also in Europe and not far across the water from the Middle East, Malta is off the African coast yet in Europe, those are probably the warmest places in Europe.
Cyprus (the legally occupied territory part of it) is a fun place, Cyprus is a country of the British Commonwealth, lots of expat retirees there, spoken English is commonplace.