The Russian Connection

Yesterday I had the privilage of sitting around at Easton Ave. with 8 Russians, an Italian and a Columbian (in the form of my friends Silvia and Vanessa.) We watched the tension-filled, knee gripping tennis tiebreaker between Agassi and Blake and sipped (more like chugged) Corona bottles and shots of vodka. (Well, they did, I had to drive home so I opted out.) Dennis tried to start up a game of Durak (pronounced Doo-rahk) which is a card game that every Russian knows. But if you're not privilaged as I am to be a sladkaya, lubyimya Russian, Durak means Fool in the language. It wasn't so successful but they got a few rounds out and they almost started playing for money (Dennis, Ilya are all big gamblers.)

It was a fun, laidback kind of night and I enjoyed it immensely.

What I didn't enjoy was that I got home too late from work AGAIN and my parents had already left for Cheesecake Factory without letting us give our mom her birthday presents. (Happy 48th Mom!) I had to wait around until they got back (though they invited me to join of course) before I could head out to NB and so I spent an hour fixated on So You Think You Can Dance, that hit American Idol-inspired dance show on Fox. It was pretty good.

Not much happened last night but I care to share it with y'all anyway. Tonight I hit up the bars of NB with my pals. It will be a fun night!