Latvia Stag Do

Went to Riga in Latvia a couple of weeks ago for my mate Mizon’s stag do and had an epic weekend, sooo funny and loadsa lol moments. There was nine of us in total and we were all pretty much fooked before we even landed because we purchased a shit load of duty free Vodka and Pimms before takeoff and mixed it with Lemonade and Coke. About half way through the flight the stag suddenly got up from his seat looking like he was gonna pass out. He’s a ginge and very pale anyways but his face was so white he looked like he was in all sorts of trouble. Miz went to the toilet and some 20 minutes later still hadn’t returned. I assumed he was puking his guts up or taking a mammoth dump or something but I went to check up on him to see if he was still alive. However, both the bogs were vacant and the ginger fish had vamoosed? WTF? Turns out the mincer was sat at the back of the plane having passed out, haha. When i spoke to him he turns round to me and says, ‘Jones, I’ve just pissed myself’ in this really confused/baffled tone. lol, I cracked up and needlessly to say got the rest of lads to the back of the plane for a good piss take. We should have taken some snaps at the time, sigh.

Once we’d finally got to our hotel and checked in and stuff we had some trouble opening one of the suitcases. The nine of us only checked four bags so all of our gear was mixed up and we couldn’t open one bag because some plum had locked it and nobody knew the number. We must half spent around half an hr trying to guess the code and had to ring up Bills dad (we thought it was his case) for the number. However, Bill’s dad is an alcoholic and was obv pissed at the time of the call so didn’t have a scooby, fol’s. Eventually we got the number from his sister and it turned out it was her suitcase anyways lol, massive sigh. Nightmare for my mate Sam thou whose luggage had somehow got left at home when we were packing nine suitcases into four to save a few quid. Poor bastard had to share everyone else’s clothes for the weekend.

Once we got ourselves out into the main city centre (Mizon still wearing his pissed stained jeans) we all had such a wicked crack, sooo many lol moments and good banter. There’s such a nice buzz about being a bit drunk and venturing out to explore new foreign territory. Riga is a really cool place and we went to a ton of really wicked bars, all very different and unique. I think we got back to the hotel at about 6am obv all wrecked out of our skulls and had to be up some three hours later for Shooting and Go-Karting!

The shooting was really good fun and we all took turns to pump targets full of lead using an assortment of guns. The Health and Safety aspect was almost nonexistent. In the UK there would probably be some hour long sit down on how to use a gun etc but in Riga the instructions were pretty much here is your gun, this is how you hold it, point it this way and fire! Pretty surprised no one got shot tbh as we were all still pretty hammered from the previous night. After the shooting it was Go-Karting. As stated in one of my previous posts from a stag in Newcastle a few weeks back I’m shit at Go-Karting so was pleased just not to finish in last position (8/9). After displaying our driving skills we all had a little siesta at the Hotel before hitting the town for a second night.

The night started calmly enough and we all shipped some munch at some expensive restaurant before drinking ourselves into oblivion in a bunch of bars. However, we made the monumental error of going to a strip club too early imo and it turned out to be the worst strip club ever!! This place was proper weird like an old burger bar or something that someone had decided to turn into a gentleman’s club by sticking a bar and a poll in it. It was really shit and the girls were fooking ugly. Normally when you go to them places you end up with the raging horn but I barely had a twitch all night, no stirrage whatsoever. I reluctantly had one dance just for the crack and the bird dancing for me was so static and poor that barely nothing was happening in the downstairs department. I reckon Greekstein could have danced for me and given me more of boner tbh, no jokes! He’s probably got bigger boobs than this bird had as well. This gaff had one girl there working as a ‘masseur’ and mate Ross went in there and got wanked off by the ugliest bird ever. God she was soo rough, she looked like some evil witch women. The day after I obv had a nightmare hangover and the flight home etc was painful. Turns out that Mizon had broken his wrist after we bundled the poor bastard at the end of the night. So he basically pissed himself at the start of the trip and broke his wrist at the end, lol comedy.

Pokernews now and in the week before Riga I think I played three shortish mtt sessions with the first two being smallish losing nights and on the third I won about $2k total binking a mincy $10r and had a 2nd in a another mickey mouse $20f. After Riga I thought I had an unprecedented 72hr hangover but I’ve basically been ill for the last 7-8 days, proper fooked. I haven’t felt like doing much at all and thus been in hibernation mode, man flu is a bastard. During that time i did put in quite a few hrs on the cyber felt with pretty shizz results. Whilst I was ill I just pummelled a load of .5/1 PLO rush poker and spent all week basically turning $1k into $2k, $2k into $200 and then $200 into about $2.2k, ship the $200 profit+rb. The last two days i’ve played some mtt’s and again pretty much broken even, very annoying. I keep busting in the decentish stuff like $30r’s and $70fo in about 12-15th place, soooo tilting. My best result was losing HU in the $7r on Poker Encore for a monkey to the biggest donko ever. I know i know, I’m ballin outta control here Spending this weekend with Miss Essex and then I need to start winning some dosh before Istanbul next month, laters.