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On 27th of December my fiance and I flew to Russia for New Year. Let me tell you people, I don't know how it is for others, but in my case having an ex-military fiance who still has atavistic/irrational fears of KGB is pretty hilarious. As we were landing I mimed attaching electrodes to him and made "Bzzzt" sounds. It was childish. I loled a lot.
We spent 28/29 December trying to see as much of Saint-Petersburg as we could: a task somewhat hindered by the amount of things worth seeing and the holiday closures. :( I nearly had to resort to dragging him out of the Miliary History Museum by the ears (but I got to see Napoleon's pistol captured by Austrians at Waterloo and presented to Russians and Imperial Eagles). My fiance nearly resorted to inappropriate touching of displayed items when we came across an 19th C British rifle (the make escapes me), which he never saw in real life before.
I also had two teeth drilled on the 30th, after we saw my pregnant at the time (she gave birth on the 6th of January) friend and before we went to the Mariinsky (former Kirov) Theatre to see the "Fountain of Bakchisarai" ballet. Turned out I've never seen this particular ballet myself and it was awesome. :3
On the 31st we sat down to have the New Year dinner at 11p.m. (a normal procedure in our part of the world). At 11:55, my fiance exclaimed: "Where's Putin?!" Hilarity ensued. Let me backtrack. Like the Queen's speech on Christmas Day in UK, in Russia the president gives a speech five minutes before midnight on the 31st. Which we told my fiance about. Turns out he didn't realise Putin was no longer our president. I can see how he made that mistake.
At around 5:30 am on the 1st I decided it was time for people to go to sleep. My mother, grandma and mom's cousin ganged up against my fiance and the whole WWII discussion was getting militant. Dresden was mentioned. So was Molotov-Ribbentrop act. >.<
At around 2pm on the same day we woke up to more guests and eating started again. (NOM NOM NOM) Then my friend and her fiance, who happens to be French arrived. He speaks very good English so the communication (helped along by whiskey and wine) was relatively easy. Somebody mentioned Entente. All loled. Then somebody mentioned Trafalgar. Russians ROFLED. To teach us manners the English and the French started speaking German to each other, which none of the Russians knew. (Of course Russian side promptly reverted to Russian and poked fun at the 'foreigners' XD ).
2nd Januray: more eating and family introductions.
3rd: Flying back.
5th was not so pleasant but we shall pass over this event.
7th was Orthodox Christmas and I also got my original Christmas present from my fiance (it's arrival was massively delayed). :D
On the 10th I went back to Aberdeen, 12th to sword practice and this Friday to college. On the way to college I was cracking up in the taxi, listening to the radio. They were discussing outrageous prices in some restaurant and how ridiculous it was to charge such prices for fare such as Scottish Eggs. They went to imagine an add for it done in "French style": black and white images, a woman in trench coat (imagine a perfume ad, you'll get it) etc. and a deep male voice saying in the end "L'oeuf d'Ecosse". The hilarity for me came primarily from imagining this as a slash ad and the fact that in Russian 'egg' is a euphemism for testicle.
Here endeth the post. XD
P.S.: Sorry. THIS. I WANT.