Bohemian Easter , Wet Monday
St.Paddy’s Week, Easter Weekend and the Monday Which Followed
This past week has been really low key. Well…sort of.
On Monday I had a bomb-ass St.Paddy’s day party. My flat was packed and there was Flogging Molly blasting, people doing blow job shots and even people playing beer pong on a door that was taken off its hinges. It was amazing. I really enjoyed just being the bar tender and introducing people to blow job shots and Black Velvet (Guinness and champagne). Every one managed to get McWasted by 1, which is almost a Raatuse record. People even congradulated me on the awesomeness of the party and helped me clean up! I felt like the Fonz and still do, even though it feels like it was ages ago now.
Tuesday to Friday, was spent really mellow with no drinking or clubbing. I just needed a break. The past two weeks I had been drinking every night AND clubbing every other night. It was just too much and there was school work to be done and livers to save.
Friday was a lazy day. My flatmates and I just ended up eating a lot and having girl talk on and off for the whole day. Then we watched 2 Days in Paris on my laptop. It was the most mellow Friday I have had in a while. It was really nice to have girl talk though and to get closer to my flatmates. Here on the fourth floor, everyone is friendly with each other, but no one is really close. Well, some people from the first semester are, but not like I am close with my St.Mary’s or C-ville friends. So it was nice to feel close to people.
Saturday, was shopping for Easter basket stuff and a Polish party. The Polish girls (of which there are MANY) made about 200 (that’s not hyperbole) pierogi and tons of other food and Simon and Leo (A Belgian and a Swiss-Ecaudorian) made jello shots (well more like jello that will get you drunk then shots). Giada (my roommate) and I didn’t think that we were invited, and were debating whether or not we should go over. I decided to eat some sandwiches instead. Most parties on the 4th floor are open, but we were unsure. While we were getting ready to go out to GenKlubi, Leo comes in and is like “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN COME ON?!!” Thusly we got to hang out and get tipsy off of jello surrounded by Poles, Russians, French, Portugese and Spanish people. Then it was off to Atlantis, but after much debate, we decided to get more intoxicated (always a good idea before going to a pseudoshitty pseudofantastic night club). In Simon’s flat I scooped cup after cup of Jim Beam and coke and played Fatong, a drinking game…which uses the German language but must be Belgian, with a whole mess of people.
I was feeling a bit under the weather even before the party (bad meat from the grocery store perhaps or the fact that I have been eating a lot more this week than I am used to, my stomach still hasn’t re-grown from its Budapest shrinking). I wanted to go to Atlantis really bad, especially since the French Connection (Parisian Gregor) was going to be there and I wanted to clear the air with him, once again and try my damnedest to not be awkward around him. I got to the club, paid the enterance fee and went to the bar to get a glass of water. I danced for half a song, but then had to sit down again. Turned out I was sitting right next to FC, I started to feel really really bad, so I leaned over and handed him some money to give Sophie (my French flatmate) and told him I was going to go because I wasn’t feeling well. He held my hand tight and asked what was wrong. I said my head, I didn’t want to say stomach because it seemed much less sexy. He asked if I was okay to go alone. I said I was, half hugged him and left the club asap. I lost it on a tree next to the path. I restrained myself when I heard people coming and scampered off to find a more private tree, before deciding to just go back to the dorm. Turns out, I had lost my security key (well lent it to someone who proceeded to loose it) earlier in the week. I managed to make it to my room with the help of a security guard after sitting on the steps in front of the 4th floor door for a while. I spent the next few hours lying in bed and listening to This American Life. I was feeling much better by the time Giada and Sophie came home. We chatted for a bit and then went to bed.
Sunday was Easter. I put the basket I had bought and made on the table for my flatmates and proceeded to eat an obscene amount of chocolate for late breakfast. I was then invited to Giada friend Gulia (Julia)’s house off campus for pizza. So Giada, two Finns and I wandered the streets of Tartu in the snow looking for Gulia’s house. We finally found it. It was one of those typical little wooden Estonian houses you see in a travel guide. It was the first, and maybe the last one I will ever be inside of. It was really really cool!! Her bed was in a loft and there was a tiny dining room off to the side and an even tinier kitchen. The toilet was a hole outside. The whole place was heated by a wood burning stove. It was all decorated too, as Gulia is an artist and shares the house with two Estonian eco-fiends. It was tre bohemian. I felt like I was squatting in New York City some where. Gulia and her Armenian-Italian boyfriend who was visiting, made pizza dough from scratch, extra-thin They laid some pieces in various pots and pans they had. Turns out the wood burning stove was going to double as an oven. They hadn’t tried it yet, but pasta was plan b. Italians usually don’t have a plan b, but they always have pasta. It turned out REALLY REALLY WELL. The Easter pizza was a success and the conversation sparkled and the red wine drunk from mugs was amazing. It was a fantastic bohemian Easter.
After leaving the rest of the party (they went to go play water polo as they do every Sunday) I went home and just relaxed and ate some more chocolate. I even downloaded and watched the first episode of Desperate Housewives, just to see. Turns out I was hooked and am downloading (from itunes….if you know another, cheaper place let me know) the second episode.
Today was an amazing day! I had a lecture on 9/11 & Neo-Conservativism given by a Norwegian fellow, who also teaches my EU enlargement class. First, I was surprised at how uncomfortable seeing the two towers on fire as a power point background made me. It was really the first time that I saw that image in a classroom since I watched it happen on a TV in my Spanish class Freshmen year of high school. This feeling of being uncomfortable was soon overshadowed by being taught about Neo-Cons by a Norwegian who was so clearly a Neo-Con himself, to the point of almost humping the picture of Paul Wolfowitz . It was REALLY surprising. After class, after taking care of some Estonian government paperwork and getting a new key, I invited this kid Nathan out to dinner, which he happily accepted. Nathan is a Mormon, who has just gotten back from his mission in Russia and is writing his thesis (on Russia of course). He doesn’t really get a chance to interact with the other International students because they are well…always drinking and trying and sometimes succeeding in having sex with each other (as college should be, and its actually a lot more fun then it sounds!). I also wanted to hear what he had to say about the lecture. We went to a Balkan restruant, which turns out is basically Greek food, but it was really really good. He even paid!! What a sweetie.
When we got back to the 4th floor we were greeted by a grinning Simon holding a bottle of water. I was like wait…ITS MONDAY! SHIT! And Nathan had no idea what was going on. I had hear numerous times through out the week that it is a tradition in Poland (Czech Rep, Slovakia and other European countries) to go around dumping water on people the day after Easter. Nathan legged it to his room. I got a bit wet from Simon. I took off my coat right away and grabbed a bottle and went right back out into the hallway. We chased each other and I like to think I got in a few good shots. Then in the middle of the corridor in front of the main enterance Simon got a hold of my bottle and just poured it on top of my head. At this very moment the security card came on to the floor. He asked for our cards, to prove that we lived on the 4th floor. I came back and took a shower to fix the make up that was running all over my face. About 20-30 minutes later I hear Edith (Sophie’s French friend) and Sophie laughing and slamming the door to the flat. Apparently there was a group of Polish and Georgian girls armed and standing outside our door. They began to fill up pots and big liter bottles of water. I figured I would join in. So I grabbed a pot full of water and opened the door. Thus it BEGAN. For the next 30 minutes we battled with the Polish, Amine (the French Connection, who later joined us) and a bunch of Spanish guerrilla fighters (who would hide in their flat, then open the door a bit and throw a bucket of water). Edith and I eventually punked the Spaniards. Edith tipped the bucket they were about to throw at me on top of them and I threw my pot of water right in their faces. Later, Sophie would kick their bucket into their flat, turning their front hallway into a swamp of shoes and water. I’d like to think I made a good edition to the French resistance team. We then proceed to mop up or at least try to mop up the river that our hallway had become, at least before the security guy came upstairs again. It was SOO much fun. I even got to talk to my Gregor for a bit (today is our anniversary 1 year & 2 months), which was really great because I couldn’t stop thinking about him all weekend (he would have loved bohemian Easter) and especially this morning. It was just a really wonderful day.
I love Tartu. I love Gregor. I love my life.
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This past week has been really low key. Well…sort of.
On Monday I had a bomb-ass St.Paddy’s day party. My flat was packed and there was Flogging Molly blasting, people doing blow job shots and even people playing beer pong on a door that was taken off its hinges. It was amazing. I really enjoyed just being the bar tender and introducing people to blow job shots and Black Velvet (Guinness and champagne). Every one managed to get McWasted by 1, which is almost a Raatuse record. People even congradulated me on the awesomeness of the party and helped me clean up! I felt like the Fonz and still do, even though it feels like it was ages ago now.
Tuesday to Friday, was spent really mellow with no drinking or clubbing. I just needed a break. The past two weeks I had been drinking every night AND clubbing every other night. It was just too much and there was school work to be done and livers to save.
Friday was a lazy day. My flatmates and I just ended up eating a lot and having girl talk on and off for the whole day. Then we watched 2 Days in Paris on my laptop. It was the most mellow Friday I have had in a while. It was really nice to have girl talk though and to get closer to my flatmates. Here on the fourth floor, everyone is friendly with each other, but no one is really close. Well, some people from the first semester are, but not like I am close with my St.Mary’s or C-ville friends. So it was nice to feel close to people.
Saturday, was shopping for Easter basket stuff and a Polish party. The Polish girls (of which there are MANY) made about 200 (that’s not hyperbole) pierogi and tons of other food and Simon and Leo (A Belgian and a Swiss-Ecaudorian) made jello shots (well more like jello that will get you drunk then shots). Giada (my roommate) and I didn’t think that we were invited, and were debating whether or not we should go over. I decided to eat some sandwiches instead. Most parties on the 4th floor are open, but we were unsure. While we were getting ready to go out to GenKlubi, Leo comes in and is like “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN COME ON?!!” Thusly we got to hang out and get tipsy off of jello surrounded by Poles, Russians, French, Portugese and Spanish people. Then it was off to Atlantis, but after much debate, we decided to get more intoxicated (always a good idea before going to a pseudoshitty pseudofantastic night club). In Simon’s flat I scooped cup after cup of Jim Beam and coke and played Fatong, a drinking game…which uses the German language but must be Belgian, with a whole mess of people.
I was feeling a bit under the weather even before the party (bad meat from the grocery store perhaps or the fact that I have been eating a lot more this week than I am used to, my stomach still hasn’t re-grown from its Budapest shrinking). I wanted to go to Atlantis really bad, especially since the French Connection (Parisian Gregor) was going to be there and I wanted to clear the air with him, once again and try my damnedest to not be awkward around him. I got to the club, paid the enterance fee and went to the bar to get a glass of water. I danced for half a song, but then had to sit down again. Turned out I was sitting right next to FC, I started to feel really really bad, so I leaned over and handed him some money to give Sophie (my French flatmate) and told him I was going to go because I wasn’t feeling well. He held my hand tight and asked what was wrong. I said my head, I didn’t want to say stomach because it seemed much less sexy. He asked if I was okay to go alone. I said I was, half hugged him and left the club asap. I lost it on a tree next to the path. I restrained myself when I heard people coming and scampered off to find a more private tree, before deciding to just go back to the dorm. Turns out, I had lost my security key (well lent it to someone who proceeded to loose it) earlier in the week. I managed to make it to my room with the help of a security guard after sitting on the steps in front of the 4th floor door for a while. I spent the next few hours lying in bed and listening to This American Life. I was feeling much better by the time Giada and Sophie came home. We chatted for a bit and then went to bed.
Sunday was Easter. I put the basket I had bought and made on the table for my flatmates and proceeded to eat an obscene amount of chocolate for late breakfast. I was then invited to Giada friend Gulia (Julia)’s house off campus for pizza. So Giada, two Finns and I wandered the streets of Tartu in the snow looking for Gulia’s house. We finally found it. It was one of those typical little wooden Estonian houses you see in a travel guide. It was the first, and maybe the last one I will ever be inside of. It was really really cool!! Her bed was in a loft and there was a tiny dining room off to the side and an even tinier kitchen. The toilet was a hole outside. The whole place was heated by a wood burning stove. It was all decorated too, as Gulia is an artist and shares the house with two Estonian eco-fiends. It was tre bohemian. I felt like I was squatting in New York City some where. Gulia and her Armenian-Italian boyfriend who was visiting, made pizza dough from scratch, extra-thin They laid some pieces in various pots and pans they had. Turns out the wood burning stove was going to double as an oven. They hadn’t tried it yet, but pasta was plan b. Italians usually don’t have a plan b, but they always have pasta. It turned out REALLY REALLY WELL. The Easter pizza was a success and the conversation sparkled and the red wine drunk from mugs was amazing. It was a fantastic bohemian Easter.
After leaving the rest of the party (they went to go play water polo as they do every Sunday) I went home and just relaxed and ate some more chocolate. I even downloaded and watched the first episode of Desperate Housewives, just to see. Turns out I was hooked and am downloading (from itunes….if you know another, cheaper place let me know) the second episode.
Today was an amazing day! I had a lecture on 9/11 & Neo-Conservativism given by a Norwegian fellow, who also teaches my EU enlargement class. First, I was surprised at how uncomfortable seeing the two towers on fire as a power point background made me. It was really the first time that I saw that image in a classroom since I watched it happen on a TV in my Spanish class Freshmen year of high school. This feeling of being uncomfortable was soon overshadowed by being taught about Neo-Cons by a Norwegian who was so clearly a Neo-Con himself, to the point of almost humping the picture of Paul Wolfowitz . It was REALLY surprising. After class, after taking care of some Estonian government paperwork and getting a new key, I invited this kid Nathan out to dinner, which he happily accepted. Nathan is a Mormon, who has just gotten back from his mission in Russia and is writing his thesis (on Russia of course). He doesn’t really get a chance to interact with the other International students because they are well…always drinking and trying and sometimes succeeding in having sex with each other (as college should be, and its actually a lot more fun then it sounds!). I also wanted to hear what he had to say about the lecture. We went to a Balkan restruant, which turns out is basically Greek food, but it was really really good. He even paid!! What a sweetie.
When we got back to the 4th floor we were greeted by a grinning Simon holding a bottle of water. I was like wait…ITS MONDAY! SHIT! And Nathan had no idea what was going on. I had hear numerous times through out the week that it is a tradition in Poland (Czech Rep, Slovakia and other European countries) to go around dumping water on people the day after Easter. Nathan legged it to his room. I got a bit wet from Simon. I took off my coat right away and grabbed a bottle and went right back out into the hallway. We chased each other and I like to think I got in a few good shots. Then in the middle of the corridor in front of the main enterance Simon got a hold of my bottle and just poured it on top of my head. At this very moment the security card came on to the floor. He asked for our cards, to prove that we lived on the 4th floor. I came back and took a shower to fix the make up that was running all over my face. About 20-30 minutes later I hear Edith (Sophie’s French friend) and Sophie laughing and slamming the door to the flat. Apparently there was a group of Polish and Georgian girls armed and standing outside our door. They began to fill up pots and big liter bottles of water. I figured I would join in. So I grabbed a pot full of water and opened the door. Thus it BEGAN. For the next 30 minutes we battled with the Polish, Amine (the French Connection, who later joined us) and a bunch of Spanish guerrilla fighters (who would hide in their flat, then open the door a bit and throw a bucket of water). Edith and I eventually punked the Spaniards. Edith tipped the bucket they were about to throw at me on top of them and I threw my pot of water right in their faces. Later, Sophie would kick their bucket into their flat, turning their front hallway into a swamp of shoes and water. I’d like to think I made a good edition to the French resistance team. We then proceed to mop up or at least try to mop up the river that our hallway had become, at least before the security guy came upstairs again. It was SOO much fun. I even got to talk to my Gregor for a bit (today is our anniversary 1 year & 2 months), which was really great because I couldn’t stop thinking about him all weekend (he would have loved bohemian Easter) and especially this morning. It was just a really wonderful day.
I love Tartu. I love Gregor. I love my life.
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