In 2000 I traveled to Greece with an eclectic group of students from Pfeiffer University, featuring some the campus’s most recognizable faces, and breasts, (one girl bringing her own impressive double D-cups along for the trip). Once we got on the airplane I knew over the next fortnight chaos would ensue. It was New Years Eve, we were flying to Europe and everyone was drinking. I looked up and caught this girl looking at me. She was blond, strangely attractive and was wearing a long sweater. I didn’t know her; I just thought she was someone on the plane. But when I caught her eye I made sure not to break my stare. And then to my surprise she smiled. I didn’t expect any romantic interludes on this trip as I looked like a lunatic, with a big Jesus beard and was somewhat overweight from drinking and drug abuse; so this girl’s smile was a pleasant surprise. The other side of the plane roared from the drunken antics of the group’s foremost persona; Donald O’mera. He was toasting everyone at midnight to celebrate the New Year and received a kiss from some chick on the plane, which was amusing. So do you kind of get an idea of this trip? Basically to sum it up, we saw beautiful Greece, and its many museums. But every night was drunken chaos.
There are actually several awesome stories I could write about this trip involving drug use, getting lost at night in the Greek country side, armed police with Uzi’s harassing the girl with the large breasts, drunken public displays of affection and other funny shit that springs to mind. But I will concentrate on one of the last nights of our Greece adventure, in the capital city of Athens. For the most part Athens is a big, dirty, dangerous city. All the students were privy to safety information about this as part of a class we were all required to take prior to the trip. I remember showing up one night to the class drunk, with a beer bottle in my hand, which I leisurely drank from the back of class. Needless to say I didn’t pay any attention to the content of the class. I just knew I was fucking going to Greece!
So here’s the setting: and I will tell this story in two parts although both transpired on the same day. It’s just too much shit for one entry. And both while interesting were equally, incredibly stupid! The first one goes something like this:
We were in Athens, and the site seeing was done for the day, and it was time to party. Unfortunately, at the time, I was completely out of money. So my roommate on the trip withdrew the equivalent of $30 dollars U.S for me, which I could easily get wasted on in Athens. So me, him and this other younger dude, went walking the streets looking for fun. This guy came up to us and started talking. He seemed friendly, and chatted about spending many years in Chicago and basically spoke with us for five minutes or so. Then he asked if we wanted a drink. We replied in unison “Sure!” He said he worked at a bar around the corner and the first drink was on the house. So we thought that was cool and followed him downstairs to this bar. It was kind of dark, not American style at all, which was what we were looking for. The three of us sat at the bar, and the first thing to be noticed was the bartender. She was fucking beautiful! I mean model caliber beautiful, and so European, with long black hair and dressed in a skin tight short dress. She had the looks that kill! And for sure death was soon to follow. Not two minutes later two absolutely beautiful girls came up behind my friends, stood very close to them and started chatting. I told you the bartender was hot well one of these fucking girls had to have been a model without question! And my friends were both mesmerized! Later this old fucking hag came up behind me and started to chat me up. The irony of this is alarming, but I chatted with her, just attempting to be open mined and carefree. She ran her hands threw my hair and said I looked like John Travolta. So I kept drinking and talking, watching my friends totally spell bound by their gorgeous girls. At one point the old lady asked if I would buy her a drink. I said sure. My friends had already bought their girls drinks too.
So anyhow, the time progressed and again we would end up buying these girls drinks. The younger kid turned to me and said in a low voice “This is the last drink, and then were getting out of here! He was nervous, and then it occurred to me as well. For someone who didn’t study about bar scams in class as he was supposed to, I then knew full well the predicament the three of us were in. So we asked for the bill, and it was 150,000 in Greek trade, (this was before the Euro) another words about $170 U.S dollars! I saw it and I couldn’t believe it! I tried to get the attention of my roommate and tapped him on the shoulder. But he didn’t move because he was so mesmerized by the girl sitting with him. Finally after three tugs he broke his attention away from her and looked at the bill. He said that’s cool. We where like “What?” It’s 150,000! And my roommate replied; “Shit, I thought it said 150! Fuck!” So we all looked in our pockets for money. At this point the girls split and these big guys in leather coats started emerging from the back of the club. I spent all of my money, the younger dude spent all his, and my roommate luckily made up the difference. So we walked out of there, out of money, hanging our heads, to some distant laughter in the background. Dejected and feeling worthless we met back up with your group and explained what happened. The trip leader and my mentor Dr. David Heckel said “Didn’t you read the guide book about bar scams in Athens?