Packed. A total zoo. Lots of food and locally made crap.
Picked up some tokens for me, my sister, and my nieces: belts, jewellery (silver & gold), T-shirts, dolls, etc.
Today was shooting video; so not too many pics to post.
A T-storm was growling, as again, hot & humid.
I would have certainly wanted to meet "Elvira" above.
A huge lunch at "Pizza House" followed. Caesar salad, and veal medallions in mushroom sauce, with Chilean potatoes with a spicy garlic sauce on the side. That plus 2 vanilla milkshakes, 231 + 24 tip.
Picked up a bottle of Moldovian red, and a few beers for tonight (63 Lei).
The 1st cab to "La Boucherie" was only 30. This was one of many French restos in town.
A fine place, featuring "meat". Had a "Nicoise salad" (super), and then a filet mignon with Bearnaise sauce and a baked potatoe, with sour cream and chives. The 1st Moldovian red was so-so. He then brought me a 2005 Merlot - like night & day - outstanding. The waiter was a really nice guy. Bill was 326, I left 44 more.
The next cab to "Drive" was 50.
No cover; but they did find and make me check-in my Nikon Coolpix camera.
What a cryin' shame!!!!!!!
Words CANNOT describe what it was like inside.
Some of you have been fortunate to have "partied" in places like Hollywood, or South Miami Beach. I also.
That calibre would have had a hard time matching this club.
Stunning interior - every wall had 6 to 8 foot long aquariums filled with exotic fish. The music - outstanding. The wait staff - good looking and efficient. The security - heavy duty.
But, the women inside - Un-fuckin-believable!!!
Although many of these babies were escorted, the outfits, the heelage, but above all "the legs" were something to behold. No pants to be seen - only mini-skirts OR hot pants OR dresses. Ok, ok, one or two in jeans! Long, slim, sexy, shapely, sexy legs.
I should've come here yesterday.
Had 4 drinks @ 100 MDL each (not exactly giving them away!) and actually thought that no one would believe me.
Making a move on one - all I had to do was watch these young, 25+ Italians fail - to keep me in check. It is not that they were "snotty" they were probably just "not easy". Later on, some dudes were quite successful as a few started to stroll in alone. Semi-pros? Perhaps. I was too stunned to react.
Got taken home in a big Merc, for 50, and arrived at 3:15 a.m.
That club, alone, warrants a return visit, Someday!
Dr. J.