"Posing as girlfriend for homossexuals"

No... It wasn't like that... I'm just quoting Sienfeld, as I was kinda hired to be a companionship here...
But first things first.

Wednesday night. Watching TV, lying in bed and unsuccessfully trying to find a good programme. Suddenly a phone call (I had almost forgotten the ring of my mobile...). Carolina, who worked with me at Silvios, was doing a backpacking and would arrive in Krakow the next morning. Great! Let's meet!
We met the next day and walked around downtown (Rynek). I took her to have Pierogi, which is one of the traditional Polish dishes and afterwards we went to Karziemisz. We were going to have a pint at Kolory but then we found Junior and Patricia at Alchemia. Patricia was having a "date" with a girl we had met a few of weeks before at Kitsch. Of course it wasn't a date, but we still don't know if the girl is lesbian or was just trying to be friendly. Patricia didn't want to be alone with her, so Carol and I stayed there. After she arrived we went to Positifka, I saw the guy that I had found cute the other day, but nothing happened, of course.
We went home and did a little bailinho. Junior showed up and we decided to go to Kitsch (dahhhh). I told Carol that maybe she wouldn't like the place because it's kinda... eh... dirty. She said she wouldn't mind because she hadn't done any parties yet.
Thursday is the best day to go there, it isn't crowded, there are no turists and you can have some fun, although I spent the whole time trying not to look around because of Damian. He didn't show up anyway.
Junior had the most fun. I was kinda drunk but it wasn't bad either. We went home around 4am and I had to be prepared on Friday for the "task" I had agreed to do.

Suzana, the woman who Junior lives with and who is married to a famous Polish writer invited all of us for a dinner party at some expensive hotel. Her friend Sandra had her two nephews over and was trying to get rid of them for the night, because the guys were always in the house. So the task was to have dinner, become friends and take them out afterwards. That was I was told...
It turned out that Junior and Patricia declined the invitation and I was the one in charge of the job. Man...
I met the guys, one was her nephew Fabian (ugly) and his friend Wilko (reaaaally good-looking). They're both from Germany and are 21 and 23 respectivelly. But they started talking to the hotel manager's girlfriend and there was no way I was able to butt in. Suzana and I changed places at the table for me to be 'closer' to them, but no success. Eventually the woman left the table and Wilko came to sit in front of me. We started talking. He's half-German, half-Dutch, is majoring in Computing Sciences and is a musician. The other one is studying History and is also a musician. The guys were nice, Wilko of course being niver that Fabian.
We drank a lot of Zywiec, laughed and all. But the problem was that the guys had already made plans to go to this place, because next day they would come back to Bonn. I asked if I could join them for a pint they said ok, but the place was kinda "rock and roll". I said: 'beautiful', but then they said is kinda 'heavy'... Hey, I was determined to complete my task, so we left the hotel towards there.
The place is called Tower and it's very close to Rynek. As we were entering I could hear the 'heavy' sound. Man, it was totally heavy/trash metal, with half a dozen Polish people banging their heads. Oh my God, I thought.
I went to meet them at the bar and they had already bought me a beer. Jesus Christ. Fabian asked:
"Table or disco"
"Whatever"
"Disco"
Man, I don't think I can put it in words. It was surreal. I'd never been to a place like that before and I wasn't enjoying it, though I didn't wanna go home either.
I drained that Zywiec and went for another one. And another, and another. No effect. I think it was non-alcoholic or something.
After a while I asked if they wanted to hang at the bar for second and have a smoke. We went but Fabian kept going and coming. Wilko stayed and we talked, but nothing more...
Eventually I said I was leaving, took a cab and went home. The guys are alright, Fabian gave me his contact. Maybe a place to crash whenever in Bonn.

On Saturday I was pretty beat. I wasn't gonna go out but then Junior arrived with beer and said we shoud do a bailinho and meet his friends at Positifka.
That place is great. Music is fantastic, London hits and things from the 80s. I couldn't stop dancing, not for a moment. Around 1am we went to Coccoon and I kept on dancing. And dancing, and dancing and not drinking because I didn't have any money. Whatever, I danced all that Electro and it felt like I had ten Duracells stuck up my ass. Patricia of course wasn't enjoying and wanted to go to Kitsch. I said: '4 o'clock'.

We went to Kitsch. Same shit. Packed with turists. Bartek was there and Damian wasn't. I think this guy is never showing up again. Escovado was there, bitter as always. Patricia had met a guy while I was at the bar buying a beer. His name is Krsysztof but he doesn't look Polish at all. He looks Spanish, he even speaks Spanish, I don't know, maybe half-half. He was pretty good-looking and spent almost all night with us. Patricia got his number but she's a dumbass and I don't think she's calling him. If only he was into me...
We went home, Patricia went to sleep and I did a chill-out bailinho. Junior called and came over for a last cigarette and to crash.
Man, Positifka... That's the place to be.