"...and, by the dog, gentlemen of the jury---for I must tell you the truth..." --Apology, 21e

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Rasputin's penis in a jar is 30 cm long....or so we are told we will se when visiting the museum of erotica later in the week. sorry about the multiple postings, the computers over here are a little primitive. The night before finals we hit up a local club here in the neighborhood, not bad, but a bit laid back. the euro techno was approaching enigma, brokn by the occasional track from the King. Th chili pepper vodka is indeed incedible. one shot opens every pore of your body and your sinuses, throughouly liminating the need for any other drink for at least an hour. the two pit stops closest to our hotl that we are thriving off of, or rather, are thriving off of us, are th sushi plac and the schwarma place. we are now on a first nam basis with the schwarma stand cook, who just completed an english language course here at the studnt center. there are a number o stray cats that live around the stand (locasted just outside the metro) who oddly npough do not like schwarma. There is a short crazy lady who looks sa little filthy to be a gypsey that has started dancing and singing at the corner there as well.

riday was exams, two hoiurs of the worst bullshitting ever. i know monopoly/antitrust better than expected, but the international law exam didn't dal with our case on international shrimp exports so my confidfence on it is a little down. no grades though, so....
that evening we found ourselves on the other side of the city looking for a night club calld the bombshelter, because it is in an old bomb shelter. when we got there there a loal band playing, some sort o alternative/ funk jam with a spoken word/ white rap vocal style. not bad but not good either. there was also foozball. by the time we had left the club the metro was noi longer running and we eared we might beat the bridges, which are raised for a few hours eerynight for the boats to go through. we hailed a taxi, 8 of us climbing in, and as he was beginning to go a van of polic e pulled in front uf hi. we quickly ran out and hailed another at the end of the block, but he would only carry 4. the other 4 of us went up to the next corner where the original cab fellow pulled in and picked us up. h assured us he could get us to the other side of town before the bridges went up. I have never in my life experienced such a taxi ride. thankully, the mans speedometer didn't work. we were the onlky ones who got hoe that night, everyone else caght ther bridge and got tosit on the other isl\and until 5 in the morning. our guy had us across town in 7 minutes, dropping us off in front of our schwarma stand. by metro, (a straight line as opposed to the many curves, etc, of wrangling th eanals,)the trip is usually 14. we tipped very heavy.
Today we we visited the summer palace of peter the 1, as well as his summer garden, and the war field, a nice outdoor park underneath which lies the bodies of the soldiers who died in the civil war. we also visided pushkin's house and saw his library, and dueling guns. these things are all on wikipedia for your dification.
I am off to the casino, tomorrow we visit Catherines palace.

2 comments:

J said...

apparently my median post id not maske it. wee saw Pushkin's home, (poetry drawing, library and dueling guns) and Peter 1's summr palace and summer gardens yesterday. wikipedia is there to ediicate yoursaelf. catherines palace was today.

J said...

damn these keyboards....