STORY #1 - Russians can be very nice
So last week after I left the Puskin museum, I realized i lost my Russian Nokia phone in there somewhere. So i spent an hour trying to talk to these Babuskas in English about how i lost my phone. I couldn't understand a single word they were saying, but they were very nice to me. I gave them my friend-who-can-speak-russian's number and they were going to call me if they found it. I had J text my lost phone from his phone, saying, "please call this number if you find this phone." An hour later, the museum called my-friend-who-can-speak-russian and told her that the museum has my phone. and i was supposed to pick it up the next day at 10am. "The workers have it,"the museum admin. supposedly told me friend.
Two hours a later a Russian woman called J. He gave me the phone. "Hello?" she says.
"Yes?" I say.
"I have your phone..." blah blah blah. Anyway, she told me to meet her at some random metro stop the next day at noon. and that was all. no name. no nothing. The next day i go to the metro stop and she arrives about 25 mins, but with my phone nevertheless.
"Is that you in the purple dress stranding right in front of me?" I say. She hangs up and smiles. "Thank you so so so much," i say.
"Oh oh, don't worry," she laughs,"Welcome to Moscow." And without a chance to say another word, she runs down the metro steps and barely catches the train. It was bizarre. And awesome. People say how rude and impolite Russians and Muscovites are, but this 30 year old lady in the purple dress showed me that that's not all too true. Not sure if someone in Pittsburgh would do that for me. I know that I probably wouldn't. But you already know that.
STORY #2 - My First Russian Date
It never happened. Shucks, darn, you really wanted some juice, huh? She didn't answer my phone call or text an 3 hours before we were supposed to meet. So i didn't go to the metro stop because i thought something went wrong or she might not be able to make it. Finally, when we were supposed to meet, she called me. She told me that it was raining and the exhibit we were supposed to go see was outside. She said maybe the next weekend we could do something. And just like that, she hung up. I barely got a chance to say a word. Whelp, that sucks.
B DID succeed on a date. He met this girl named Daria at the club Propaganda when he was quite plastered. So this date he went on was pretty much a blind date; he had very little recollection of what she looked like. Apparently, it went well, and she was very nice. But I guess B didn't want to continue this dating thing with her. (Oh by the way, we nicknamed her "Big Girl" because she was huge. Seriously, like 6'2''. So anyway, the story continues.... so Big Girl texts B last night, and she wants to go out and do something. B makes up some story about how he is busy with something else and can't go out tonight. Welll welll welll that wasn't a good idea. Because when we go to the club, there was Big Girl, dancing like only a russian would be, by herself, living it up, in the heart of mosco.w. J and I immediately bust out into severe laughter; B runs to the bathroom to hide. He eventually comes out and tries to avoid Big Girl all night. Well, see, this club isn't that big, and it's all open in the inside, so very little space for hiding. So when i'm on the dancefloor later in the night, she recognizes me and says hi, then B appears out of nowhere, and her face straightens. Damn, she was pissed. She says something angryly to him, grabs him by the wrist, and drags him off the dancefloor. It was so hilarious. that's all i know.
Story #3 - Anna the Moscow Medical Academy Freshman
So one day during Anatomy, we're screwing around in the Anatomy Museum like usual. A young, light skinned, tall, Russian girl approaches me and says something in Russian. I look at her blankly, and stutter,"Ya ne-govoroo pa-rooski."
She says, "oh, can i borrow your pen?"
I laugh and say yeah. The next day she's back, and in the same place as the day before. I quietly smile at her, and she does the same. The third day, she's there again! I smile at her, she smiles back. So J says, "Man, we need to go talk to this girl." So he does. and i follow.
We find out her name is Anna, she's a freshman (1st course as they say in russia) and she has to pass her anatomy exam next week or she will be in big trouble (note: my anatomy class ended a couple of days ago, and we never had an exam. haha, such a joke). To make a long story short, we talk to her for a long time, she starts bringing us treats into school each day, exchange numbers, and flirt a lot. Though we're not sure which one of us she likes. On this past Friday, we met her after class and she introduced us to her friend (forget name right now). We went to a russian cafe and drank some pivo (beer). This friend of hers was ridiculous. The loudest and obnoxious russian girl i've ever met. I loved it. Oh, AND this girl lives near us and knows where we can order Pizza-- my absolute favorite thing about life. So, Tak, Snatchet, So, Anna says that we can come to her apartment this Tues. after her exam and eat pizza. This is awesome, because we've yet to see a Russian flat. Last night, she told us that her guinea pig died. she was very upset.
Story #4 - The Adventures with Masha (the girl who might help me succeed in dying in russia)
Sorry, but I have to save this story for later, it's still unfolding; short version: My Histology teacher's grandaughter (Masha) may be trying to have a relationship with me--- oh, and she has a thug boyfriend, who dances in a hip hop group, who, as she explains,"will kill you if he sees you with me." We went to the movies, went to her flat, went to the grocery mart, she cooked me dinner, i've seen her bedroom (not what you think).
(This pic is in histology class. Take notice to how ghetto the microscopes are. They use reflecting mirrors.... freaking mirrors... It's a joke.)
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Neil! It sounds like you are having an awesome time! I hope you are learning too! HAHA.. :)
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