So, yesterday was incredibly annoying. I got out of class at 4 o'clock, with the intention of going to Ashan with the girls to buy stuff for tacos. When we got to our sector, outside, there was a line outside. I showed my pass to the guard, who said something in Russian, and, while I couldn't understand the words, I understood the gist: "You are not getting in." Rather than hang out outside in the cold, Stephanie and I took a marshrutka to Ashan to purchase taco materials. While there, I texted Greg, and learned there was a bomb threat at the university, and we weren't going to be let in until the swept the whole building. So, we went to go sit on the third story, near the food court. It was even more packed than usual. After Stephanie and I spent an hour hovered over our coffee and Coka-Cola (со льдом, пожалуйста)we figured out that everyone there were МГУ students killing time. One of the boys was at the mall with his Russian gf, but he never joined us. We were soon joined by three of the Americans, and sort of chilled there for awhile. Stephanie bought sushi, but I forgot to replenish my wallet, and, after spending nearly $30 in taco-related groceries, had only about 200p on me. But, we saw a lot of people we knew from the university. I texted Олег asking if he could come and fetch me, as I received a text about the bomb at about 7:30, along with the promise that dorms *should* be open *within a few hours*. In Russia, that means might, in some magical far away alternate universe, be open tomorrow. So, naturally, I run into Agata and hear that they are open literally 3 minutes before he arrives. I figured I'd just go home with him.
So, we more or less spent the evening looking music we like on youtube. And then, we spent this morning watching youtube videos. He showed me one starring Alan Tudyk, and I flipped out. And told him about my minor Firefly obsession. Much to my surprise, he has heard of Firefly, and pulled up a skype conversation he had with a friend about a Firefly-themed youtube video. This. is. so. happening.
As he didn't have to be to work until late, we walked around Old Arbat for awhile. It is a pretty touristy area, with painting hawkers and souvenir shops everywhere, but the classical architecture and beautiful street more than make up for it. I can't wait to go back with my camera. There is a nice statue to Pushkin outside the Pushkin museum (Pushkin's last home... bright blue), and two My-Mys. It is imperative I get my picture taken with that cow.
We went to Dunkin Donuts, because, hey, fuckin' donuts. I'd actually been craving a donut a few days ago. So I got a slightly crispy crueller with strawberry frosting, and peach sweet tea, which more or less made my day. Oleg got a lemon coolata, and could not drink it. It was explained to me last night that, per Russian mentality, we eat food hot because it aids in digestion, and it is bad for you to drink cold drinks while eating. *Sigh*. Either way, my tea was amazing.
I also learned that Олег doesn't like girls who wear makeup. Which is probably the only reason he likes me... I am probably the only female in this entire country willing to go to the trash chute without makeup. Or he was lying because he didn't have the heart to tell me I looked haggish.
So, I got home way past the time to go to class, and took a bit of a nap. Which is fine, because apparently we got test results back today, and most of the class was just the professor yelling at students. And it is the only Russian class I had missed.
After nap... taco time. Pictures will be on facebook in the future, I promise. They were delicious. I've enough meat left to prove to Oleg that tacos and sharma are not the same thing (alas, we cannot mix cheese and sour cream in, to make them truly delicious). Now that I have access to Mexican food, I think I could actually deal with living here. This weekend, I make French Toast and Terryaki steak. I even made a strawberry vinaigrette so that I might have a salad.
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