Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

We got some good pics of the very drunk Stanford alum from last night. Some of us met up with Josh and Micha and about a bagillion of their international friends. Josh was of course the life of the party as he knew every one there and spoke almost all of their languages.

OK, I have to butt in the story telling really quickly to let you know that I just had a full two sentence exchange with a stranger in Russian! Yay me! She wanted to know ifthe internet at this cafe worked well. I told her it did. She then rambled off something I completely did not understand and I felt sad. So I went back to the: "I'm sorry, I don't speak Russian" bit, and as usual for the elite here, they spoke perfect English.

OK, back to the story. So one of Josh's many languages is "Irish." I thought this meant he spoke Gaelic Irish, but as I found out later when Fiona and Anna, two very nice ladies from Dublin, joined us, we find out Josh actually just speaks a form of Hollywood/Boston Irish accent complete with utterly incorrect diction. We had a great time to say the least.

So then Iris, Josh, Micha, Anna, Fiona, and I tried (meaning mostly failed) to go to a place that was playing hip-hop. Needless to say, this was the only reason we were really out on a Wed. night since hip-hop isn't a common occurence here in Moscow. The club was, um, empty? The plus side is we had no problem getting a VIP table in the back where we drank a bottle of bubbly out of a bucket on ice. Totally not kidding. On the down-side, when we got our rap requests through to the DJ, he was playing them at way-too-fast techno speed. Oh, I desperately wanted DJ HotRod at that moment, but alas, he is in California. So the night didn't end as well as we thought, but I still had a good time, and I think everyone else did too. Oh Josh, when I say you're freaking insane, you know I mean that in the best way:)