So. Rough night last night. Papa's place had nowhere to sit, so we drank at the bar. And... it ended poorly. That is all.
Today, we woke up and went to the churches/museums at the Kremlin. I was not aware that they didn't let you into the government buildings. In fact, I stepped into the street to get a better camera angle of a church, and a policeman yelled at me for stepping into the street... sheesh
The churches were quite pretty. They were all so decorated inside that there was no empty wall. The strangest part was probably that every church had a couple of disembodied Jesus heads... I probably wouldn't sin either, if confronted with that image every day...
From there we went to Red Square, to see if we could get into Lenin's mausoleum. No luck. We had a few hours to kill before we had to be back at the Kremlin for a theater performance, so we went into ГУМ. I was under the impression it had a pretty inexpensive food court, but all we found was a stolovaya, so we went to MacDonalds instead.
We were shocked to find that the entrance to the Kremlin was swarmed with people and security. Apparently, the program gave us tickets to some dance/music show that is really popular, and only happens once a year or so. Unfortunately, we were split up, and found out minutes into the 7pm show that it was a 4 hour performance. The music was pretty good (Russian chorus) and some of the dancing was amazing. The only really annoying thing was that the women would make these little bird-like shrieks periodically, which was pretty unnerving. We decided to leave during intermission, as we all have class at 9am. Oh, and it bears noting that the decor of the building, and the way the guests dressed... I momentarily thought we were transported back in time to the 1980's. Tie bars. Really?
So I get home, and run into Nikita smoking in the hallway. I end up being introduced to his friends, including two different Sashas who work security. I am made to stand in between them, hands to their chests, because, apparently, if a woman meets two men with the same name and stands between them, she gets to make a wish that will come true. A little awkward. What was more awkward was when one of the Sashas, who, while kind of cute, was a little sketchy, used Nikita to translate that we wanted to take me for tea of coffee tomorrow, without Nikita. We exchanged numbers, but as his English is worse than my Russian (gah!) I don't think that is going to go anywhere.
Nikita came back to my room for a few minutes for juice. I have repeatedly told him how messy my room is, but he brushes it off as not as bad as his. But this morning I had done laundry, and I had socks and such drying around me room. He noticed it, and literally laughed for 5 minutes. I was a little ashamed.
So, thats about it. Enjoyed the theater, and am a little confused about Sasha hitting on me. I'm always dumbfounded when Russians hit on me... I mean, WHY? They have SO MANY beautiful Russian women. Part of me wonders if they aren't actually hitting on me, and I am just taking things out of context. But I like to think that "Do you have Russian boyfriend? What about boyfriend in США?" and then Nikita making a comment about hot Russian sex and laughing his ass of while pointing to Sasha is more or less universal...
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