Post: #26

(07-03-2013 04:21 PM)Statsi Wrote:  I leave for Reykjavik tomorrow at 2pm, 5 day flag mission. Going to spend the flight tearing through bang Iceland. This post makes me excited, I'll try and keep my journal and make a post about my time there.

Stasi, look forward to hear how the Iceland girls have been treating you, lol... How was Scotland by the way? Any talent there? How does it compare to England?

Post: #27

(01-07-2013 07:04 PM)gadabout Wrote:  I know it is completely off topic but I am also interested in your drinking habits. S....

It fucks up my sleep, makes me look like shit, and generally messes with my mental well being. It can also make me lethargic and too lazy to approach women

This is good, sounds like you're at the "contemplation" phase--thinking about doing something to improve yourself.


Excessive Alcohol has taken down many, many great men-- a lot of time it's never even mentioned, partially because the damage is done indirectly. Using alcohol beyond it's positive purpose as a social lubricant causes untold hidden damage.
This is through :

1) Obesity.-- I've been tracking my weight and alcohol intake and I stopped drinking because after a week I realized EVERY day I drank I gained weight.

This is worse in my case because I'm over 50, but the same sluggishness will affect younger men at a lower level. Also, for an example look at actor Gandolfini-- no doctor can keep you from drinking yourself into obese misery. I never got that big but I didn't have unlimited money and yes-men around me. This sounds cold, and my understanding is he was a very kind person, but if he hadn't died that day he would have probably gained another quarter-pound from downing 8 doses of alcohol.

2) Sleep Disruption-- I know I feel so much better after about 48 hours dry because when I sleep it's much better quality sleep--drinking just lowers my overall productivity and the number of things I can get done.

3) Legal and social problems. People say they "got in a fight" or an accident, but a lot of the time, sober, it wouldn't have happened. Also, the more productive people who aren't drinking a lot don't want to be around you, so that can lower your accomplishments through reducing social connections. This is the flip side of alcohol as a social lubricant--too much can lubricate your slide DOWN lol.

4) Poor self-image-- you know you're drinking too much and that damages your self image, so you're less likely (and able) to take risks.

5) Stunts character development--Instead of thinking about how you can improve yourself, just get drunk and everything seems OK the way it is. Plans are dissolved, derailed and delayed as instant-gratification numbness calls. Needless to say, you never get that time back.

People just look at those problems and don't see through to the underlying cause: alcohol addiction.
It's not as conspicuous as drugs where you have to sneak around to get it.

I had a job in a rural shithole for a couple years, and gained a lot of weight because the only way I could stand being there was to go home at night and drink.
I actually got an umbilical hernia from my belly pushing out. Surgery. lucky I had health insurance-- it hurt for about two years after.

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OP great report. I talked to an Icelandic alpha I met in a cafe ( 6'4", rough looking but intelligent and genial,had own business) and he described the genetics of the place as somewhat unusual-- he said any given person you meet has a pretty good chance of being a cousin from 6 generations back or some other distant relative.

He said casual sex is no big deal.

He was really the only person I met there that I had an extended conversation with, I was only there a few days.

Sitting there in a cafe with Mr. Alpha really "proofed" me however, I saw women starting to check me out when I had been, at 5'9" and 50+ YO,, pretty invisible in Iceland.

Di you feel the guys were really tall? It seemed like the average was at least 6'1"-- I felt like a shrimp.

I thought Icelandic skin was great too, use sunscreen boys, I've been doing it for 35 years and can pass for 15 years younger than I am.

I think this genetic closeness reduces the weird CSI paranoia that USA chicks have, but also reduces the level of passion people have for each other. They're sort of like an extended family. I was told you could go to the former Prime Minister's house and knock on his front door and he would answer. The guy who was president 10 or so years ago has no security!

He also said the economy was way worse before WW2; when the US built bases there. So it's gone from agricultural ( sheepherding fishing) to 1st world hi-tech in the last 70 years-- not as recent as EE/RU but pretty recent.

Post: #28

Iceland is now the fattest country in Europe.

http://grapevine.is/Home/ReadArticle/Ice...-In-Europe

I think there may be some correlation with this massive slutwalk in Reykjavik last week -

http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-1011888

So sad.

Post: #29

Bump on this.

Heavily considering pulling the trigger:

1. Location would be at austurstraeti and gardastraeti. To the left of the Austur club according to google maps.
2. Would be there for Thursday, Friday Saturday then New Years and back out of there.

I assume day after Xmas + Friday + Saturday + New Years gives at least 3 legitimate shots. And I got 2 days to try and see all the shit I don't care a lot about (blue lagoon etc).

Looking at apartment but could get a hotel near by as well, if anyone has experience with hotel vs. apartment please chime in. If my logistics suck also would be of great help.

Last one is dress attire dudes wear suits or jeans and blazers or straight sweaters since it's freezing? I'll of course be a notch above.

Thanks!

Post: #30

Location is perfect, anywhere in that area and you're good. Dolly is a new hotspot and it's in that area, as is Harlem. B5 and Prikid should be the furthest up main street you'll need to go for clubs.

I think clubs open at midnight on the 26th for the first time after xmas, but due to licensing laws it might be a short night until 1am only. The other nights will be solid though and you have more action than usual on weekdays between xmas and New Year's Eve because students are off school, etc.

Hotel or apartment are both good, but you'd be paying a ridiculous amount for a decent hotel room downtown that's big enough to host afterparties. Also it's a small place and girls may not want to be seen going to a hotel with a foreigner. Apartment gives plausible deniability. I would go for apartment for those reasons, though the novelty of a hotel room can be a strong draw on a certain type of girl too.

Dress: you can go with blazers no problem, just get a warm jacket over it all. You can then just hang it at the club like everyone else does. You don't want to be going out in just a sweater that time of year.

Post: #31

^ sweet thanks! One last one if I may.

Going solo versus with a wing? I got friends who want to come both guys/girls (they won't cock block me at all). Would this help or hurt me?

I prefer going to clubs solo but if a wing will help, stick with a chick wing I am guessing?

Post: #32

As long as your friends are cool and will help rather than hinder it should be cool. You're going to be pulling some late nights and having someone around to help you stay in state can help. But the best adventures come when rolling solo.

Post: #33

^ god bless. Can't wait to roll solo.

Post: #34

I'm jealous

Post: #35

^ don't be I will end up hosting an after hours party with the 5 homeless elves from the mountains drinking whiskey in my closet.

Highly likely with my low alcohol tolerance.

Post: #36

I was thinking of going for New Year,s also, my friend said it is a quite time and not too come then.

Post: #37

What a great post. I am very curious about this country. Thanks!

Post: #38

Annnnnnnnd we're in business will report back next year on this thread RVF peeps.

Post: #39

strong thread. read Bang Iceland recently and that's what i have sights set on my for first foreign pussy-hunting mission. i worry though about how my height (5'6" barefoot; 5'7.5" - 5'8" in lifts) will be received in these scandinavian countries. i have okay to above average everything else (face, fashion, game, etc.)

Post: #40

Bodmon - not everyone in Iceland is over 6 feet tall. There are some short cuties for you to attack, you will have to adapt caveman last call game.

Post: #41

The only two Icelandic girls I met was in Denmark. They were 18 but they looked like 28-30. They used to smoke like crazy, anyway, as Scandinavians, drink until they piss pure alcohol.

anyway, have fun and take pics

Post: #42

Interested in going ... Could you please advise more on the style / look that's optimal ? I'm trying to work out how to get the guns out if it's minus 10 and everyone is in coats etc . Lol

Post: #43

Cliff notes: I will share my story after this post but for the tl;dr type who don't care about the play by play just read this sheet.

Logistics: Centrally located apartment less than 5 minutes walking from Austur. If you go to iceland and are a club guy draw a circle around Austur, now you're done. If you want to hit the bars and clubs drop a pin at bankastraeti and laekjargata. That's where everyone congregates for street food and to get scooped up by street game. If you could build a studio apartment at that intersection you'd be all set.

Girls[b] TBH I prefer Latinas but this trip seriously made me question that belief. I've never been a fan of the Nonsense 75pt bump given to blondes in the USA or white girls in general, but iceland will show you an actual beautiful blonde girl. Of course many dye their hair etc etc but no matter how you slice it if you like blonde girls this is a no brainer. Now that I think about it I hit on/was approached by 80-90% blondes based purely on looks.

[b]Budget/Preparation: Bang iceland and texting with slubu (honorable mention to caligula's contributions as well). $30K krona a day ($260 USD) for food/alch/sight seeing, budget goes pretty much to hell on Friday/Saturday, but way below on other days = draw. Budget did not include apartment rental.

Looks and game: IMHO the ideal player for iceland from a tourist standpoint is 1) tan (not Icelandic looking), 2) tall (some of these chicks are seriously 6'2"), 3) no cash flow issues at all, 4) extremely well dressed, 5) in great physical fitness, 6) high enough energy to last until 6-7am, 7) 5 minute walk to an apartment (no hotel) and 8) a good dancer.

You don't need all of the above, the more the better, but if you don't have the apartment or the energy level to last you're screwed. Conversationally speaking I did not alter my game at all.

Restaurants: Overall I was not blown away with any particular restaurant they were all simply decent/good but fairly pricey at $45 USD per person for a mid range place. So you can't really lose eating at any place. To give you an idea, I ate out daily only had cereal at home and literally no restaurant made me happy or sad.

Try the whale it's their national dish. I didn't try the puffin I looked up the bird online and the thing was too cute to think about eating <-- beta and I have a soft spot for animals in general.

Another fun fact apparently they eat rotten seafood here sometimes and store it with ammonia? Not sure if the icelandics were just trolling me but I think they were serious based on the response to my disbelief.

B5 This place has the best talent no question 18-21 is the range. You're a game genius if you can control this chaos. Bad set up, people are shit faced by 1am and no one gives a flying fuck about anything. Bottles will be thrown, people will fall on the floor. Just assume everyone in the room is 2-3 American shots away from hospitalization.

Dolly New place, would not recommend hitting unless you're more of a bar guy like roosh. The spot is small and you're quite visible not enough room to work the room unless you can entertain groups of people for 10-15+ mins on the regular. Drinks are slightly cheaper and the dress code is much more lax making secret Icelandic fatties harder to spot (another reason I prefer clubs here, coat check screws em)

Austur This place was designed for people like me, just enough chaos to operate, using the chaos as a prop for openers or simply being able to swipe girls from the Icelandic guys with negative game. For me the best spot was at the end of the bar near the smoking patio but not behind the small table service section. This place is going onto my all time list in terms of clubs that I wish were in the USA. Only downside is there is a wide age range, I chatted with girls from age 18-30 in here.

brikk (sp) may be brixx either way this place was pretty much as the name suggests. A brick. Sucked wouldn't go again.

Prikid Much worse than Dolly, walked in grabbed a beer, downed it quickly so I could GTFO of the bar.

Bar 11 This is about the best bar IMHO people basically get trashed, the drinks are cheaper and I was still close to the rest of the night life (5 second walk from B5). The level of drunk was definitely not in my favor since people get too trashed. Then again the half coherent ones are just fine. Anyway this is my bar recommendation for a bar guy. Didn't spend much time here but wish I did.

The English pub popped in here think there are some opps to pick up, unfortunately older crowd and lots of ppl sitting down

lebowski bar actually a cool spot, relatively cheap food ($14 for a meal, burger fries and a coke). If you take a seat towards the front with some boys could be good IMHO.

Random observations
1. The lights turn yellow before turning green. Ie: red, red and yellow, then green, then red and yellow and then red.... I can see a foreigner running a red light easily here
2. This place is cold as hell, obvious but if you hate the cold be certain to get a scarf and gloves, they key is zero skin exposure, still a very pretty city.
3. Handball is a major sport here, funny that they pride themselves in "handball" while South America is about "football".
4. Applesín this is quite obviously laced with crack rock. Drank too many of these, basically a soda version of an orange Popsicle. I don't even like candy and these were downed like water.
5. Spent some serious time researching sulfur and I think it has got to be a driving factor for the skin care they have here. Especially since they really drink like it is an Olympic sport. Smells awful, but I noticed my skin and hair improved over the course of the week.

Variations from Bang Iceland
The book is very accurate the only changes I would make are 1) you can make out in the club if she likes you, 2) girls are quite aggressive if they like you and show it early and 3) the approach index is probably a bit high, I think you have to put in 3-5x the effort for the same quality back in the states (then again I may have just come at the right time/look/style/venue choice or whatever).

Recommendation 2014 If you like blondes visit this country. If you want to have a lifetime memorable experience come on New Years. This is probably the best time of the year to come and I'm definitely stir crazy on the weekdays. So what I would do is come for about 10-14 days. Land (day off to sight see), back to back weekends to party, day off to it see and hit the gym (2x), rage on New Years, recover the next day, then hit the bars and clubs for the weekend again. Something like that, what a crazy country this place is that is for damn sure. Given that it is amateur hour on New Years in the states it's not a bad place to have on your radar next year.

Post: #44

Day 1.

Land on a Thursday. Place is freezing can't even fathom living here for more than 2 days. I'm a pussy, I say this outloud as I'm getting on the shitty 45 min bus ride. Not looking good since I caught a nasty nasty cold on the flight over. Didn't eat for the last 16 hours. (Don't take a cab from the airport just a waste of money)

Finally arrive at the apartment and immediately start downing nyquil like water and pass out (wake up 7x due to cold sweats and hot flashes). Wake up at 12am (set an alarm) roam the streets for 15 minutes like a zombie, luckily nothing is going on so I'm thrilled I have 24 hours to recover. Pass out.

Looking Shitty.

Day 2.

Feeling just good enough to run game (up at 10am). To put the nail in the coffin I set an alarm for 7pm to nap until midnight. During the day, IDGAF about the blue lagoon, my only interest is getting rid of this insane flu/cold and trying some seafood. I hit up a place called hortin's (sp) it's 2 blocks up the street from dolly/austur.

Sweet spot (all meals are dough though, 5K krona for a nice meal (soup+seafood+drink).

I walk up to the grocery store (bonus with a pig logo) and grab some beers/red bulls for the inevitable pregame/post game events.

As I'm walking down I start my stop watch on the iPhone and ping the time it takes me to get from B5 to Austur to my place. It is a no brainer logistically Austur would be better, but I'm texting slubu and he is basically saying hotter chicks are at B5, overall he was correct.

7pm pass out 12am wake up. Game time!

Attire: pretty much full suit, just don't have matching pants so you can call it slacks and blazer. I brought all my high end stuff so I know it all fits perfect.

B5: Well if you read bang iceland the description is accurate. First of all, this place from a game perspective is horrifying. Horrible. You're flanked by booths/tables, no vortex spot. Lots of top talent and this is coming from a guy who prefers Latinas to white girls and their skin is flawless. Crazy.

After about 40 minutes and two drinks I realize this place is too immature/shit show level to even operate in. After I leave, the line to get inside is full on crowded concert level rowdy. Dudes are falling over the chains (not even velvet rope so I know that shit hurts), bottles/glasses are rolling all over the street and you got some weird chicks pointing out people to let in yelling and pointing while dudes continue to adjust their bowties and shoulder check each other.

Sprint down to Austur:

First of all if there is a god, I am going to thank him for making this club because it seems to be literally designed for my game style/personality. The following helps you in this club 1) good dance moves, 2) extremely high energy, 3) better dressed than everyone else in the club. These three are pretty much my MO for going to real clubs so it was almost like coming in with pocket aces.

I stood at the very end of the bar near the smoking area every single time I was not in transit. Post there when you're not getting anything and want to sip your drink watching the catastrophe that is Icelandic nightlife.

Anyway, I check my coat tip the lady heavily (200%) so people behind me could tell I was not from there. Mixed reactions. Net net I say positive because the negative reactions came from the fat ones and the extremely well dressed good looking guys who clearly were from the city.

Go downstairs grab a drink and head to the spot I mentioned above. Two sips in it already begins.

A cute faced Icelander asks me what time it is. I recall the secret fattie issue in this country so I assume she is fat but also assume she has friends. Boom her friend is bangable (definitely nothing to brag about). We talk about bs for 20 mins, and the would bang friend asks if I want a drink. I say yes, then she asks for a photo.

As I'm posing for the photo I naturally grab her waist and as her friend is about to snap the photo she grabs my dick. I have no idea wtf made her do this, but it made for a humerous photo and an obvious Dtf signal. I glance at my watch and it's only 2am. (I'll call this girl d-grabber from now on)

I go up stairs to take a piss telling d-grabber I will be back. She gives me a sad face but nods. As I'm walking up the stairs another blonde girl (this place has 100's of them) some chick yells "Califfffooorrrrnnniiiiaaaa!!" I glance over and she waves. I ask her why she is ear hustling on the conversations in a joking tone, and she says "word gets around fast in Iceland!" (Mental note to try to be more discreet with D-grabber).

Go to the bathroom... Wtf is wrong with this place? Chicks are up in the bathroom, no one cares and guys are quite obviously doing major party favors. Not even being discreet about it leaning over on the silver ledging to sniff while taking a piss. I'm no where near drunk enough for that yet.

Shit finally starts to crack at 3am. Before returning to d-grabber I smash a "shot" see 1/2 a sip of vodka and grab a double vodka burn. D-grabber is grinding with some dude, I head to the dance floor and open some chick. Airball. Turn around walk two steps out of site. Open up chick (swing and miss). Start walking to the other side of the dance floor but have my arm yanked by some random blonde.

Her: "Do you drink tonight"
Me: "sure?" (No idea wtf she means I assume she wants to do shots)
Her: "come here first"
She yanks my arm practically out of its socket and I am at the back end of the dance floor, well far out of site.

After 2 mins of dancing her hand is up my shirt and we start making out. Song ends she drags me to bottle service. Fuck me d-grabber is right outside the bottle service booth. I try to be cool with her monsterous party size, her Icelandic male friends look like they want to castrate me, no fixing this situation. Fuck me fuck me decision time, I go with the bottle service chick (bad decision in hindsight since dudes would Cockblock for obvious reasons but she was much much more attractive)

We make out in front of her friends, the bouncer then makes me leave the table. I think I am goosed now. Table girl and d-grabber are likely airballs.

I roll to the smoking area to get a cigarette. I buy one off some icelandic girl, conversation doesn't go anywhere, then ignore them and ask for a light from the girl next to me. Conversation is fine "what's your ethnicity?" She asks and starts blasting me with a series of other random personal questions like an awkward interview.

She likes salsa. Perfect timing since Danza kuduro comes on. I bounce her to the dance floor to run similar American style salsa game. She's icelandic Cuban so I name her "icecube" she laughs and we go dance"icecube dance moves " he laughs again.

D grabber, table service and 30 other people smashed in the corner see this all go down for about 1-2 mins and it goes 100% well. I stop mid song per usual USA tactics, bad move, her fat fat fat friend (never met her) grabs her to go "find their friends". FML.

I go back to the dance floor d-grabber notices me and leaves her guy to come dance with me, I realize I can smash this girl unfortunately I'm definitely faded at this point and I end it short to get... Another beer. Over here I run into table girl.

Table girl then mouth rapes me oddly enough after the mouth rape she delivers the game over blow "Aww you could take the prettiest girl in this whole club home with you right now!". Any time a girl says this to you, be certain you have zero shot of fucking her. Either A your game was weak or B she thinks you are dumpster diving. Either way you're fucked. I'm annoyed and then a big ass Icelandic dude shoulder checks me and my beer smashes on the ground.

I leave to find D-grabber chick or Salsa girl

Gone gone gone, open 2-3 more chicks all miss and the lights come on to close and I quickly grab my coat and bounce to run street game. I run laps, Austur to the 7-11 type place to the street food down the hill from B5. After 2 laps I hear "hey again" and it's icecube!

I bullshit about wanting to find food, then say to drink at my place. She agrees but the catch is she is bringing 2 friends. Turns out to be a dude and another bangable chick, I don't care and agree. Better than the fattie who blocked before. I will also have more alcohol available.

Blurry here with just bullshit photos, music, beer. Dude and random chick leave. Game on with this chick. Ends up just me & icecube.

Day 3....

Post: #45

Big miss passing on the Blue Lagoon. I would take the in-water massage there over any bang.

Key to b5 is getting in with the groups blowing snow in the downstairs rooms.

Post: #46

Well I am nursing a hangover. Shit faced, gotta recover. Fortunately I packed a bottle of chlorella so I start downing it like water. I have no idea how these people survive like this, but I hit the gym/sauna at noon.

... Fast forward.

It's 12. Similar to last night I wake up from a nap and get ready to go out. God damn it's cold. Head to dolly. Sucks. Hit up brixx (SP) sucks. Hit up B5 can't get in too late. Hit up English pub across from Austur... Sucks. Say fuck if and head to Austur.

God bless this club. I swear they are playing mase welcome back just for me. They may as well be playing it because as soon as I step to the line the bouncer says "heyyy I remember you Cali right! Come on in!" I laugh and then turn and see a cute girl she can't be over 18, say "that's my friend" and drag her into the club with me, she thanks me and I leave to check my coat.

I am dead sober at this point and head to grab drinks. (Roosh is correct the drinks are weak as fuck so I order a double). I see 2 ppl from last night, chit chat and head to the vortex spot.

Open, airball. Open, airball. Open... Air fucking ball. LOL! Guess I am screwed. Anyway, hit the dance floor finally get some traction with a blonde (seriously nothing but blond cuties ). The song timber comes on and the chick grabs my tie and starts singing it to me "I'll be the one you don't forget!" I laugh and say I'll hold you to that!.

After dancing I just b-line it for the smoking section. No idea why I did this after timber girl. They sell smokes in the club so I buy a pack and start chit chatting outside with some random Russians. They are visiting from Moscow. Hot!

Drag them to the dance floor and one fancies me. Great. Unfortunately she has a boyfriend : /

After making out with her she has to leave.

I go grab a drink at the bar. I see timber girl and order a drink for her, her friend and me. Timber girl leaves to the dance floor, I try to hand her friend a drink she says "I don't drink anymore tonight". Double fisting. I walk towards the front of the bar and see a cute girl, I just hand her the drink and say "merry Christmas!" She starts laughing. "Do you just hand random girls drinks?" I say "only if they are cute!" She laughs.

I grab the girl and bring her to the dance floor. We crush our drinks. After dancing for 10 mins she says "you want to have sex tonight" I can't comprehend. I say what?! She says "sex". I say ha, sure.

She grabs my chest and we are back to making out.

Place is closing so we grab our shit and leave. Head to the 10-11 or whatever it is called. She says wait let me gets coffee. I say okay.

Outside I spot a 8.5-9. I am dead drunk at this point. So I decide to holler eventho sex tonight is inside the store. I can't believe my luck the girl is holding convo with me. She asks "Are you single"...

Wtf? Is this a joke. I think to myself this is a joke.

20 mins later she says "you're sooo interesting! Where do you live are you staying here".

I say ya 2 blocks! She starts huddling with her fat ass friend talking in Icelandic. I have no idea wtf is going on I am guessing I am getting cock blocked.....

Her fat ass friend hand motions to "call her". Can't believe my luck. I walk arm and arm with this new random and head back to my place.

day 4 Wake up. Hung over. Meh. Still not as bad as an American hangover. I decide I can't go out on a Sunday I am too fucked up. I pay for the girl's cab home. Hit the sauna again.

Sleep.

Day 5
The city is dead. I decide this day is going to suck but whatever. Hit the sauna and gym again. Call icecube. No answer. Sucks. Hit up the 8.5-9 answers but unfortunately she has to work : (.

Decide to head out anyway, go to a spot right by prikid. Sucks. Dead unless I want to fuck a fattie. Try 2-3 other bars, no idea about the names. All of them suck. Head home.

day 6 Happy new year! This is hands down the craziest fireworks experience I have seen. I am so close to the action that it is raining ash on me. Nuts nuts nuts. Before it gets too late I head to b5.

It is early as hell. Meh I want to try shooting for the top. I throw up at least 20 Airballs. Lol! Oh well at least I tried. People are falling alll over the place. I am dancing on a table with a random. Hilarity.

Gets fuzzy here.

I leave around 4. Go to bar 11, kinda dead meh. Head to the food area down the street. Random girl grabs me "you're so cute" we start making out on the street.

I try to close her. Fail. Her guy friend cock blocks the shit out of me.

I run street game. Fail. Oh well head home.

day 7 I am incredibly hung over. I head to shop. They have amazing clothes here. I drop wayyyy too much money on the clothing but whatever #yolo!

Jump on the bus. Feel like puking my brains out. (Yep puked -lol) Love this city. God bless Reyka!

Fin.

Post: #47

Great travel (party) report Westcoast, I think less alcohol would serve your game but you seem to be having fun so...

Post: #48

^ yeah i agree. To be honest I only got fucked up on New Years. When I say dead drunk In the report I am actually pretty coherent, should read as buzzed and in a good mood. Bad decision rest of the time I was fine. I can call the last night a mulligan I got too caught up in the celebration at b5.

Crazy ass city I may come back for New Years again next year, and not get drunk the last night like I did. Win some, lose some.

Post: #49

Man, this really makes me miss Iceland. As WC says it's designed for certain people and if you love drinking and can last until late at night it'll be a playground. But the drinking can get you. Nonetheless, bravo sir.

Post: #50

Great adventures WC.

Knowing your high energy style of game you do well in any club environment.

Add the exotic foreigner status in a homogenized country like Iceland, and it's a recipie for getting it in.