Like most people, I hang out in Goldshire to meet women. I'm sure that long time posters here will never forget that time in 2008, when I met that Night Elf who turned out to be a lapsed Serbian nun who turned to pole dancing to fight her feelings of having been repressed. That month in Belgrade was killer, she could put down shots of plum brandy like it was water. Good grilled meat, and I liked the local cheese. Everything was great until that drinking contest on the night train to Sofia. Waking up the next day with a hangover was nothing to trying to explain to the conductor why I was naked, tied up in bed and unable to produce a passport or ticket. Fortunately, I was able to get most of the credit card charges straightened out. I swore that I'd stop hanging out in Goldshire after that, but you guys remember what happened to me next summer. Yeah, the Gnome with pink hair. I'm never going to live that one down.
In Chinese: glasses are yanjing; eyes are yanjing, and the beer of Beijing is Yanjing. When speaking, the difference is in the tones. Did I just order a glass of beer or a glass of eyes?