week-end post

Saturday was great, as a friend called on and brought an amazing Christmas film "It's a Wonderful Life". The story of finding enough bravery to keep on going when times get rough. James Stewart and Henry Travers were wonderful and the film aroused a lot of contradictory emotions. I was laughing and crying and wanted to hug the whole world. A perfect film, indeed.

Sunday was cool as we headed to a punk rock holiday party and listened to some famous songs in a funky music arrangement. The music was weird and merry. I enjoyed it and Jack Daniels on rocks a lot.

The rest of the evening was spent on explaining to my Granny how to use Photoshop. This one was tough, but Granny is a bright pupil, she can now use brushes, text options and resize pictures!

party time

Party time has begun.

The first party to attend was my sister’s birthday. Dad informed me that I would be the one in charge. I would have to make sure that all the ordered food and drinks were served, that sister’s teenage friends were at the bowling lane at exactly 01:15 PM and played for 90 minutes straight. Then I’d have to escort them back to the tables to blow out the candles and to dance to the DJ, who dad had hired for her.

I didn’t like the idea and tried to escape, but Dad never gave me a a chance. He broke into my apartment at exactly 12 pm and we drove to the club.

There I heard that lil' sis had invited her German teacher, who was and still is my best friend. The two of us were watching the teenagers and were having fun on the way. We rented our own bowling strip and had a duel shouting slogans, cheering each other up and singing “Mamma Mia” and “Across The Universe’ OST. It was wild.

When the game was over and the cake was cut the dj started the set, which lil sis' and her friends had ordered, but they never danced to it. So my friend and me decided to create our own list and the DJ played our music: we rocked to the Offsprings, rock-and -rolled to Chuck Berry and performed our own version of Tina Turner’s "Typically Male". By the end of the dance session we had been extremely exhausted and hot.

Dad arrived at 5 pm, paid for the party, grabbed the presents and the sister and left. My friend and me headed for a pizza and a coffee to catch our breath.

If only there were more days like that.

on my own

What a day! The bosses have gone, the accountant isn't here either. So I'm just enjoying lovely music and keep on transfering money, more money.

Yesterday, I went to the movies to see "The Righteous Kill", an exciting up-tempo detective story about crimes and punishment that are sometimes hard to justify. At the end of the movie I was still unsure if the main character had done an evil or a right thing murdering those villains.

On the one hand my inner morality says that killing others is a sin; on the other hand certain others must be destroyed to keep the world safe. So, I guess, a kill may be righteous, after-all.

Work overload

The last three days were like a merry-go-round on loose. Can I say that in English?

On Friday night a friend invited me for a drink. Two mojitos, a cosmopolitain, stuffy room, wild music and endless chatter with strangers clouded my mind so much that by midnight my friend and me found ourselves in a gorgeous appartment somewhere in the centre, where the party continued with hip-hop dancing, a stripper (or was it me??) and karaoke singing. Later at night we sailed a boat down the river photographing, screaming and drinking again. I'm wondering if anyone believes that I was only on cherry juice by that time.

Anyway, by 7Am I got home just to realise that I have courses at 11Am. I remeber going to the coursed but they were blur as another friend picked me up after them and in an hour I was flying in a plane.

The party continued in the capital. We spend the day at a little lake not far from the city bathing and sleeping(yes, i needed it so much), then got home to spruce up and headed to a pirate club where the amount of alcohol in blood increased. More dances and more karaoke singing came. I won a bottle of champagne for performing "Old Devil Moon" on the stage of the club, must have sung really well!

Early in the morning I left to have a little nap at my childhood friend's appartment. She never let me rest enough, because she intended to go shopping on Sunday. And since I flew in there the whole way from St.Petersburg I was to join her. So I dragged myself to the shower, applied some mascara and lipgloss and we set off around noon.

Beautiful discounts and new accessory collection brought me back to life, or was it several coffees I had in a row. In the evening I changed in the brand-new clothes and headed to the airport to get a ticket, they didn't have any. Fortunatelly, an acquaintance of a friend of a friend had a extra train ticket, which I gratefully accepted and hurried to the railwaystation. The minute I got in the train it left.

I stretched out on my train cot looking forward to an eight-hour sleep on the way home, but there were really noisy tourists, who felt like telling me about their trip around Russia. So I listened untill they fell asleep and so did I.

The train arrived at 6Am, so I had a couple of hours to get home, take a shower, grab my suitcase and run to the office. What a week-end!

Monday was an extremely long day, I had a hangover and a lot of paperwork. Today's much shorter, though I still have a headache

P.S. about a celebrity party animal

Saturday night out

Bored and tired I left the office and headed to my favourite "Liverpool bar" to unwind. The bar's the only place in town that serves great cocktails and provides me with rock-'n'-roll music and a good chat, the only two things that keep me going these days.

Unfortunatelly, that night was a blues - rock performance, as the lead singer was absent and the other group members couldn't sing much rock-'n'-roll stuff. So I got even more disappointed and tired and ordered a "Manhattan". By the time the band played "Still Got The Blues" I had finished the second "Manhattan" and was about getting really upset when a guy joined me at the bar and started chatting in English. I cheered up right away and we spent the rest of the evening discussing New York, pros and cons of city life, the sights of my city, families, jobs and what not.

You may be wondering what is so exciting about chatting with a stranger at a bar, well I'll tell you. I'm crazy about the English language! I love speaking it, listening to it, writing in it, however there are not many opportunities to use it either at work or anywhere else, so I go to bars for tourists to get a dose.

I may never meet that guy again, but I thank him anyway for those three hours in English, they were amazing.