Here Goes Nothing...

So, I leave tomorrow. Still feel like I barely know the Russian language. Maybe I should have studied a little bit. I do have a 15 hour plane ride... Fuck that, I have a Neil Gammon novel to read. I'll figure out the Russian language as I get there.

So, here's my amusing last-minute email to my professor. See if you can read the sheer terror between the lines!

Ok. A few last minute questions...

Russian diamonds. It is my understanding that it is now legal to bring them to the U.S. Is this true? If so, do I pay the custom? Is the bribe for being caught smuggling worse?

I know wearing clothing that has Latin lettering on it is a no-no, but what about Western European designers? Will a Chanel, Dooney, or LV earn me respect, or disdain? I really can't imagine Russian women DON'T carry Prada, but if told otherwise, I'll believe you. I've packed one unmarked purse, but all the rest I own have some brand on them or another.

Also, freaking the fuck out. But I'm sure I'll survive. I don't know if Chris told you, but they have room for us in the main building. I am bringing peanut butter over so that Elizabeth (the SRAS intern I've been speaking to) and I can make cookies. And hopefully enough Reese's to start my own empire.


Thanks,

Rachel Orr

P.S. I hold you personally accountable for any bad/cold weather. You talked me into this.

His response was incredibly amusing. It involved rabid bunnies attacking my Prada purse...