Okay, so today was pretty crazy. Yes, it was exactly both: pretty AND crazy at the same time. Because of the wonderful weather and a no less wonderful 50% discount at Plasma Saule and I decided to have a quite evening and get ourselves a trip to movies. Of course we didn’t especially care as to what movie to watch and came to whatever there was on at 7pm. Well, the 7pm one turned out to be Final Destination 3 and I don’t know what can be scarier than it besides may be The Ring or The Saw or just really don’t know what can be scarier. We thought a movie would help us ease our minds and give us more ideas to keep ourselves busy with (as if we didn’t have enough to do yet with finals coming in less than a month) and so it did! No more Six Flags rides, King Burgers or subways (we don’t have any of these in Petro in case you didn’t know—but no more anyway) for us. Oh yeah and one more thing—no more random movie trips just because of the 50% off. I think they are showing The Da Vinci Code next week and because I like the book as much as I do Tom ‘Ganks’ we are already up to go.
Anyway, after the movie we went to café morozhenoye. While we were staying in the queue for what seemed like a very long time Saule hi-fived ( whatever the spelling) a very friendly waitress who as she later explained to me was a very nice girl from the village she used to live in. When our turn for the milkshakes finally came they no longer had melted ice-cream in there. So in order not to lose time we took a couple of pirozhniyes and promised to come up 10 min later to pick up the milkshakes. After the ten minutes as had been promised before we arrived to the counter to take what we assumed was ours and got yelled at by a lady who muttered something very much like ‘welcome to the Former Soviet Union again’ supplemented by somewhat cussing words in our address. That was exciting. But nonetheless we got hold of the glasses and proceeded firmly to our table only to see each other’s jaws drop at the sight of that friendly from-Saule’s-village waitress putting away our pirozhniyes. So because it was even more exciting and just enough positive emotions for one day we quickly drank our milkshakes and went out into the street. Such a nice day and you know, I actually really mean it. Things like that don’t matter at al—what matters is the company.
We have already made a plan for tomorrow—we’ll go watch the fireworks. It should be fun. I think that besides Easter, Victory Day is my most favorite day because you can actually have a sound reason for walking at nighttime and you know that my favorite time of the day is EXACTLY the nighttime. So I have an excuse. It’s only really sad there will be only two of us. I remember how last year V-day coincided with the volunteer appreciation day and how we all had this BIG party at Paul’s and later on ended up watching the fireworks explode above our heads as well as listening to that crazy guy from Shannon’s village sing the “etot den’ pobedi’” song behind our backs. Or how much fun it was two years ago when we went to Kokshetau to climb the mountains and then got back a bit too late to see the fireworks but still had fun hanging around the city. This was the best V-day in my life so far. And I miss it. But as Scott likes to say ( by the way, Alexey also enjoys quoting this one) :Let the best of your past be the worst of your future, and so I hope.
Happy Den’ Pobedy, everyone!