Party Night

So I'm about to begin my blog and I'm thinking of how to start it. One of the lovely ladies in my pod comes out of her room.

ME: How are you?

ANNABELLE: (hoarse whisper, giggle) I don't KNOW? I don't even remember coming home?

ME: BAHAHAHAHAHA!

ANNABELLE: (hoarse whisper, giggle) Seriously. I don't even remember coming HOME last night!

(ANNABELLE goes into kitchen and discovers a boiling pot.)

ANNABELLE: Something's, like, burning down the kitchen....what kjsd qwopd neown aow... (imperceptible mumbling)

ME: I think Christina is boiling some water. What time did you get home?

ANNABELLE: I....ah....man.....I....wha....oh jeez. I DON'T KNOW! (giggles) I don't remember getting home! I need to go wake up Katy.

(ANNABELLE exits hallway to wake up Katy)


So last night was party night. We got done with class around 6:30 and didn't have to be at class the next day until 3:00. So people wanted to go out...I just kinda wanted to go to bed. But darnit, I'm in Russia! So I motivated myself to go out and it was actually pretty fun.

"Out" in this instance was going to the basement for a guy named Adam's birthday party. None of us really know Adam...he's an American from New York and has been studying at the MAT for about 7 years and tonight was his birhtday party. So about 20 Americans crashed it (but were actually invited) and we had some good times. With all the youngins around though it kinda reminded me of a freshman college party, which was surreal to experience. I wasn't really that into dancing so I was about to sit in a chair until I saw who was sitting in the chair next to me....Alan Ball. I would have no qualms with sitting next to my friend Alan Ball, but Alan Ball is a 45 and is at the age of thoughtful observation in these settings. No offense Alan, but I just can't be at that stage yet...I'm not even 30 yet. Love ya, buddy!

Brian, Justin and I went to Lookin Cafe where we sat on the patio out front. This patio was about three feet deep and really not meant for three people, so Justin had to scoot his chair onto this step and sit hunched over our table. Very amusing from my comfortable seat on the side of the table...but my rear chair legs were two inches from the edge, so I was cliffhanging in terror for most of the meal.

The food was amazing though. We all had American food pretty much....Brian had a cheeseburger...Justin had the appetizer sampler....I had the spare ribs. We were lucky to get what we did because the menu was in Russian...no enlish anywhere. And to top it off, our server didn't speak english...no one there did. LUCKILY the menu had ginumbus pitures though, so we ordered by pointer finger.

We felt like animals at the zoo there though....really seemed to stick out like a sore thumb cause we spoke English. This was made funnier by our waiter who couldn't talk to us without giggling the entire time. We say something in english, he giggles. He takes away a finished plate, he giggles. I do the international "can we get our check?" gesture, our server giggles. I'm glad we could be so entertaining.

Christina, Brian, Justin and I found this park over lunch break...so nice to just sit in a tiny sliver of nature amidst a busy city. We saw the cutest little kid watching pigeons and tiny birds fly around. I've never seen someone so happy. He'd point and they'd fly away and he was squeeling with laughter. Then he charged at the bunch and they flew away...more squeeling. Don't know why, but it was just really fun to watch.

I'm missing out on drunk stories, so I'm gonna go and listen.