I AM DYING OF DISEASE BRB.

EBO PRESENTS:

MY EVENINGWEAR.

Boba Fett jammies and a mud mask.

Life is good~

DEAR LIVEJOURNAL TODAY MATT INSINUATED THAT LESLIE'S VAGINA IS CAPABLE OF MURDER.   SCIENCE WHAT HATH YE WROUGHT

A week until Target Field's opening day!

Seriously.  The Russians served things like local cheeses, breads, fresh crepe-like pancakes filled with anything you please, and best of all, Russian coffee.  Here I'm eating a muffin and coffee so weak I think it's dirty water.  On the plus side, we actually chill our milk here.  If I keep up this attitude, I'm going to turn into one of those ( Read more... )

At 4:45 this morning, we all met in the lobby of our Saint Petersburg hotel to check out and fly back to Moscow.  There we parted with Chip and Julie, who were planning to stay for another week.  It's nice, because while Chip is really nice, he and Julie, when together, can be completely juvenile.  This is bad, when coming from someone my age.   ( Read more... )

Seriously.  No one's kidding about Russia being the most expensive country like ever.

( MY GERMS ARE EVERYWHERE )

Tomorrow I have to leave Saint Pete's.  And all of Russia, for that matter.

( We only have one more day, so I'm cramming it with everything. )

I friggin' love babies.

( SERVICE PROJECTS LOOK GOOD ON A RESUME )

There are about a bazillion things that are okay in Moscow that would get you shanked in the US.  Most notably is, despite how extremely hospitable people are, they push.  Walking a half-pace too slow in the Metro?  PUSHED ASIDE.  Someone doesn't want to walk around you in Red Square?  PUSHED ASIDE.  You're in a babushka's way in the restroom?   ( Read more... )