I got to Vilnius for New Year's Eve Wednesday evening, cause nothing was going on at work and I was bored ;)
Wednesday night I went out for Chinese food with Juste and Gedas. Afterwards we had a beer at Pilies Mene and drove back to my place. We played poker for change, and Juste, who is a poker dealer at a casino, lost everything big time (three lits). Well, she did drink a bottle of vermouth. Gedas and I drank “Kalnapilis 7*30.”
Thursday night we partied hardy again, the three of us plus Cedric, Rastenis (“Angele” from here on in), and Neringa (with a lovely new haircut drawing more attention to a very gorgeous face). We played quarters with lits, and then we played Asshole. I think we played Circle of Death as well, and if anybody can help me out with any other actives in which we partook before the sauna, help me out ;)
Then we hit the sauna. As I recall, it was Gedas, Cedric and I, just the three of us beating each other with these things called “vantos,” which are bunches of soft beleaved twigs that are soaked in hot water, warmed on the burning stones, then used to pummel someone’s backside. It’s quite exhilarating and relaxing at the same time, plus it looks funny when you stand up and are covered with leaves. Cedric contests that Angele and Neringa were there too. Maybe.
The next day Angele and Neringa were off to work in the morning (God help them). I made chicken North Hudson for the remainder of us. In case you’re not acquainted with this wonderful dish, it’s basically chicken thighs baked in olive oil with much garlic. Also I made fries and corn and Cedric made salad. We ate like kings. LIKE KINGS I TELL YOU!!!
Sorry about blowing up like that, my coffee just kicked in.
We had just this morning received an invitation we would accept for a New Years. We spent some woeful minutes wondering whether we would even make it out again after two nights of dusk till dawn drinking.
Then came the big night: New Years Eve. We had, of course, decided to go out (Note: my mother had asked me if I’d be going out to celebrate New Year’s; I said “What? Are you kidding? I go out to celebrate Wednesdays!”). Cedric and I spent some time before leaving talking about what we should bring and wear; there was some ambiguous instruction about costumes and drinks and performances. First of all, in Lithuanian the word for costume and suit is a homonym: kostumas. So we weren’t sure if we were supposed to dress up in suits or togas. It was Gedas who took the call, and he was gone with Juste to get ready himself by the time we were considering this. We decided on base ball caps and if we were supposed to present something we’d put them on and do this dance I do all the time (privately) that I learned from Nick Bristol: one hand grasps your junk, the other hand pointing up above your head, and just dance around like a drunk blind man with a shit eating grin.
Waiting for Gedas in front of Minima we again discussed drinks, which was hard because I couldn’t talk about vodka. I was tearfully like, “I don’t wanna talk about it…” I convinced Cedric to go for Jagermeister, but Minima didn’t have any, those bastards. We got bottles of whisky, 999, and champagne. We went in. I met and talked to several girls with interesting names, including Ugne (fire) and Angele (angel). Also there were two guys named Liutauras, which sounds like Liutas (lion). A lot of people left early though, for other parties.
The order of events that follows is blurred. We walked down to the Cathedral as a huge group (one of many huge groups) to see the fireworks a welcome the New Year. It was funny. Having brought one bottle of champagne total, Gedas, Cedric and I each marched to the square with a bottle each J LOL
We got back and danced a little bit, but I spent most of my time in the smoking room, not necessarily smoking, but that happened to be where people met each other and had conversations. There were even non-smokers who spent hours at a time in there. At one point, a very cute girl, whom I was thinking about how to approach, approached me with “may I sit here?” Chatting chatting dancing drinking smoking chatting sitting on my lap (and now we’re dating). At fourish, though, she left with a friend who was able to give her a drunken drive home.
We stayed. We…were…retarded. There’s an excellent word in Lithuanian (zvengti) that is hard to translate: “to bust a gut laughing hysterically,” I’d say. Well, we zvengem for the next three hours straight. The three of us sat in the smoking room chatting with whomever came in, trying to be serious, and laughing at each other’s feeble attempts. Also, almost nobody had a lighter at this party. We didn’t. So all the people that came in for a smoke and asked us for a light just had to wait around with us dumbasses till someone better equipped came in. At one point Cedric broke out his impressive knowledge of Lithuanian, which consists of about 50 words, every one of which he explained joyously with hand gestures and pointing to a Lithuanian girl sitting next to him. When she told him she wasn’t drunk enough for such mindless banter, he declared that he would switch to a more serious theme: dinosaurs. He only knew the names in French, and even in French he only knew a few though. Still, he was willing to talk about them (he generally considers dinosaurs to have been “assholes”) at length, designating a dinosaur by mimicking its movements and sounds.
We had stupid adventures on the way home at seven o’clock. It was a very good new years eve, followed by several days of healing movie and sauna marathons.
Monday, December 27, 2004
Sunday, December 26, 2004
The Second Day of Christmas
The next day I was in fine form, and decided to host a dinner party. Gedas, Rastenis (from hereon “Angele”), and Neringa agreed to come. Cedric and I went out to Rimi, and Norwegian grocery store chain (you wouldn’t know), and bought everything for roast chicken and gravy, corn, and salad (my aunt grows potatoes, so that was all set). Giblets don’t come with chickens here, so I had to by them separately. But you can’t buy a set of them, you can only buy, like, a pound of necks, a pound of livers, and a pound stomachs separately. Nobody makes gravy here. People love my gravy, but if I tell them what it’s made of they are sickened.
We prepped food, including croutons from stale white bread, and watched Brassed Off, with Ewen McGregor, from the makers of Children of the Revolution. Angele called and said he and Neringa weren’t going to eat, and I said, “Blet, are you kidding?”
Soon enough everyone was here, and now Angele said he would eat, but not to be hurt if he doesn’t eat much, cause he’s dreadfully full from eating at relatives’ homes. All right, I said. Angele continued to talk about it: “fuck, man, I don’t know what to do, there so much food and no where to put it, sometimes life is so hard….”
And I replied, “you might consider being more careful what you cry about in life, Rasteni; some people don’t have enough food.” He said he didn’t understand. So I elaborated through mockery: “Oh woe is me, all my relatives gave me so much money for Christmas, what the hell will I do with it all, I don’t know what to spend it on, life is so unfair sometimes…”
Food was ready, and at first we just served salad. It was super, so much so that Angele, full as he was, helped himself to more—quite a compliment. On to the main courses. Gradually, little by little, Angele picked up the pace of his eating, and soon seemed to be eating more than anybody else, with Neringa next to him telling him to slow down or else he’ll be sick. And he fell in love with BBQ sauce, never having tasted it before; he drowned his potatoes in it.
After the food was all gone, I sliced myself some bread and dipped it in leftover gravy. It looked gross, but I insisted it was the best, and Rastenis asked to taste mine. Immediately, then, he cut himself some bread, and then some more, until all the gravy had been consumed in this fashion.
We all started cleaning up, taking dishes back. I walked by the dining room, wherein I noticed Angele, sitting by the table now alone, head tilted back, pouring BBQ sauce directly into his mouth.
Following several remarks about how fat Angele would soon become, he grew anxious and had to smoke a cigarette (he’d successfully quit about two months ago). We went out onto the balcony, everyone smoking, one man, guess who, couching up a lung to everyone’s amusement. Then, to clear his mouth, he tried to spit, but instead of projecting the spit it dribbled all over his shirt. I’m still laughing out loud about it.
I said it then and I’ll say it again: Rasteni, Tu esi mano nebaigantis saltinis! (You’re my never ending well [of ridiculousness])
We prepped food, including croutons from stale white bread, and watched Brassed Off, with Ewen McGregor, from the makers of Children of the Revolution. Angele called and said he and Neringa weren’t going to eat, and I said, “Blet, are you kidding?”
Soon enough everyone was here, and now Angele said he would eat, but not to be hurt if he doesn’t eat much, cause he’s dreadfully full from eating at relatives’ homes. All right, I said. Angele continued to talk about it: “fuck, man, I don’t know what to do, there so much food and no where to put it, sometimes life is so hard….”
And I replied, “you might consider being more careful what you cry about in life, Rasteni; some people don’t have enough food.” He said he didn’t understand. So I elaborated through mockery: “Oh woe is me, all my relatives gave me so much money for Christmas, what the hell will I do with it all, I don’t know what to spend it on, life is so unfair sometimes…”
Food was ready, and at first we just served salad. It was super, so much so that Angele, full as he was, helped himself to more—quite a compliment. On to the main courses. Gradually, little by little, Angele picked up the pace of his eating, and soon seemed to be eating more than anybody else, with Neringa next to him telling him to slow down or else he’ll be sick. And he fell in love with BBQ sauce, never having tasted it before; he drowned his potatoes in it.
After the food was all gone, I sliced myself some bread and dipped it in leftover gravy. It looked gross, but I insisted it was the best, and Rastenis asked to taste mine. Immediately, then, he cut himself some bread, and then some more, until all the gravy had been consumed in this fashion.
We all started cleaning up, taking dishes back. I walked by the dining room, wherein I noticed Angele, sitting by the table now alone, head tilted back, pouring BBQ sauce directly into his mouth.
Following several remarks about how fat Angele would soon become, he grew anxious and had to smoke a cigarette (he’d successfully quit about two months ago). We went out onto the balcony, everyone smoking, one man, guess who, couching up a lung to everyone’s amusement. Then, to clear his mouth, he tried to spit, but instead of projecting the spit it dribbled all over his shirt. I’m still laughing out loud about it.
I said it then and I’ll say it again: Rasteni, Tu esi mano nebaigantis saltinis! (You’re my never ending well [of ridiculousness])
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Christmas Weekend
Christmas Eve is a somber holiday in Lithuania: no drinking. Some families drink wine, but not mine. My immediate family does; I mean my aunts and cousins, with whom I celebrated, do not. So Christmas Eve I got into Vilnius from Klaipeda and was home to meet everybody (we have the biggest house, so a few families gathered here even though nobody was here to greet them). Many delicious dishes, lots of fun catching up with a few cousins my age, give or take ten years, and several aunts and uncles more in what I'd consider "grandparents age." Well, I guess they are all grandparents, after all.
Christmas Day is the big fun holiday here: drinking and merriment before food is even served. On this day there was everybody from the night before plus a couple more families. When the first arrived, and I offered coffee, the riposte was: “well, um, how about let’s have a beer instead??”
And so on. The first thing we ate was sausage, cooked on the dining room table by squirting an inflammable fluid on them and lighting them for a few minutes—impressive and delicious. Next was a big ass ham. The question arose, “who will carve it.” Someone answered, “Well, Jim always carves when he’s here, so why doesn’t his son take over?” I did, and I carved super well—big ass slices. I think that’s my word of the day: “big ass.”
Anyway, we drank a lot more and I had fun with my cousins, we exchanged a few phone numbers, then off to town. Cedric could tell me where he was or where he wanted to meet, so I told him, frustrated, to meet me at the White Elephants, a vegetarian restaurant, which turned out to be closed. We went to another bar, where Cedric downed beers and I nursed a couple, already feeling woozy at nine o’clock.
Gedas called, and I told him we were at Pilies Mene, and he agreed to meet us there. About a half hour later I called back, he said he was almost there, and I said “Oh man, sorry dude, I made a mistake, we’re not at Pilies Mene, we’re at Savas Kampas, sorry man!”
About a half hour later he calls me back and asks where we are. “We’re right inside, man. You can’t see us? We’re right by the entrance. Hold on, I’ll come outside...OH MY GOD WE’RE HERE??? HOW CAN WE BE HERE???” We weren’t at Savas Kampas either, we were at Amatininkai, which is, incidentally, halfway in between the two bars I had sent them to.
They came in and we had a beer or two. Then we left to go to a club, but first, someone thought we should have a drink on the way. The drink—I don’t know whose idea this was—turned into a bottle (.7 liters) of brandy for four guys for about ten minutes. WHAT?! Ok, now we’re...ready to go to a club? Ok, whatever you guys say...
We went to Voo Doo, some kind of trance or techno or something. Whatever it was it was a little weird but I danced for a while anyway—it was fun, the people looked like they belonged there. Then I wanted to leave for some reason (I don’t remember), and Cedric came with me. We went to Pub Near the University, and saw a band we see all the time by accident, they’re good. They’re called Sun’s Bellbottoms (Saules I forget their name). And I got to say “merry Christmas” to a lot of Americans, mostly marines.
While this is going on, Koste, who stayed at Voo Doo with Gedas, is arguing with the bartender:
Koste: I gave you a fifty!
Bartender: you gave me a ten, and you still owe me three!
This went on and on until they were both kicked out, and almost beaten up for trying to sneak back in.
We went home and ate dunes.
Christmas Day is the big fun holiday here: drinking and merriment before food is even served. On this day there was everybody from the night before plus a couple more families. When the first arrived, and I offered coffee, the riposte was: “well, um, how about let’s have a beer instead??”
And so on. The first thing we ate was sausage, cooked on the dining room table by squirting an inflammable fluid on them and lighting them for a few minutes—impressive and delicious. Next was a big ass ham. The question arose, “who will carve it.” Someone answered, “Well, Jim always carves when he’s here, so why doesn’t his son take over?” I did, and I carved super well—big ass slices. I think that’s my word of the day: “big ass.”
Anyway, we drank a lot more and I had fun with my cousins, we exchanged a few phone numbers, then off to town. Cedric could tell me where he was or where he wanted to meet, so I told him, frustrated, to meet me at the White Elephants, a vegetarian restaurant, which turned out to be closed. We went to another bar, where Cedric downed beers and I nursed a couple, already feeling woozy at nine o’clock.
Gedas called, and I told him we were at Pilies Mene, and he agreed to meet us there. About a half hour later I called back, he said he was almost there, and I said “Oh man, sorry dude, I made a mistake, we’re not at Pilies Mene, we’re at Savas Kampas, sorry man!”
About a half hour later he calls me back and asks where we are. “We’re right inside, man. You can’t see us? We’re right by the entrance. Hold on, I’ll come outside...OH MY GOD WE’RE HERE??? HOW CAN WE BE HERE???” We weren’t at Savas Kampas either, we were at Amatininkai, which is, incidentally, halfway in between the two bars I had sent them to.
They came in and we had a beer or two. Then we left to go to a club, but first, someone thought we should have a drink on the way. The drink—I don’t know whose idea this was—turned into a bottle (.7 liters) of brandy for four guys for about ten minutes. WHAT?! Ok, now we’re...ready to go to a club? Ok, whatever you guys say...
We went to Voo Doo, some kind of trance or techno or something. Whatever it was it was a little weird but I danced for a while anyway—it was fun, the people looked like they belonged there. Then I wanted to leave for some reason (I don’t remember), and Cedric came with me. We went to Pub Near the University, and saw a band we see all the time by accident, they’re good. They’re called Sun’s Bellbottoms (Saules I forget their name). And I got to say “merry Christmas” to a lot of Americans, mostly marines.
While this is going on, Koste, who stayed at Voo Doo with Gedas, is arguing with the bartender:
Koste: I gave you a fifty!
Bartender: you gave me a ten, and you still owe me three!
This went on and on until they were both kicked out, and almost beaten up for trying to sneak back in.
We went home and ate dunes.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
The Lithuanian Solution to Hangovers
This morning the dorm supervisor woke me up by barging into my room, as she has done to my roommate in the past. I responded by refusing to talk to her until she went out and knocked on my door like a civilized person. The result was that she just walked away.
Following this, Tomas, a coworker, woke up on my bed (I crashed on my couch) and said, "are you going to work?" Oh yeah, i said, in like twenty minutes! We gotta kill this whisky first, he said. OK. And we drank something else--stronger--on the walk to the bus. and we took the left over brandy with us.
At work, first of all, many people asked me about my health, more people than saw me drunk last night, so apperently I was in rare form.
About noon my desk-neighbor said "hey, i'm not into presents, so let's say merry christmas by having a little conjac." OK. "i'll get you back with some brandy a little later."
A little later was in an hour, when Tomas came into our office and asked, "hey, any brandy left?!" as if i drank the whole half liter during work in the morning. so we had a couple of drinks of that.
so by the time i go to my second lunch of the day, as I only do hungover, i was already not in good-judgement-mode. as always i ordered lunch with no drink, cause i bring my own to save money. they woman said "is that all," as always, but when i said yeah she said "really?" i said, "um, yeah, well, what?" "hangover?" she said (we drank together last night)? i replied, "yes, i'd love to feel like shit, can i have one order of 'hangover' please?" she laughed and said, "no, champpagne?" i said, "WHAT, YOU HAVE CHAMPAGNE BACK THERE? yeah, sure, ok."
she comes back with an empty glass and says, liquer, maybe? um, ok. and she pours me a glass, A G-L-A-S-S, of vodka, V-O-D-K-A! and this i drink with my second lunch, then go out for a ciggy piggy with the lunch ladies.
so, to recap: i woke up fucked, and before i even took a shower a coworker convinced me to have "just one drink," which turned into the rest of a bottle. including that, it's FOUR ocassions on which my coworkers gave a very hung over and still a little drunk Aras more booze to fix him up, including, a full glass of vodka.
And I'm only writing this at 3p.m. God help me.
Following this, Tomas, a coworker, woke up on my bed (I crashed on my couch) and said, "are you going to work?" Oh yeah, i said, in like twenty minutes! We gotta kill this whisky first, he said. OK. And we drank something else--stronger--on the walk to the bus. and we took the left over brandy with us.
At work, first of all, many people asked me about my health, more people than saw me drunk last night, so apperently I was in rare form.
About noon my desk-neighbor said "hey, i'm not into presents, so let's say merry christmas by having a little conjac." OK. "i'll get you back with some brandy a little later."
A little later was in an hour, when Tomas came into our office and asked, "hey, any brandy left?!" as if i drank the whole half liter during work in the morning. so we had a couple of drinks of that.
so by the time i go to my second lunch of the day, as I only do hungover, i was already not in good-judgement-mode. as always i ordered lunch with no drink, cause i bring my own to save money. they woman said "is that all," as always, but when i said yeah she said "really?" i said, "um, yeah, well, what?" "hangover?" she said (we drank together last night)? i replied, "yes, i'd love to feel like shit, can i have one order of 'hangover' please?" she laughed and said, "no, champpagne?" i said, "WHAT, YOU HAVE CHAMPAGNE BACK THERE? yeah, sure, ok."
she comes back with an empty glass and says, liquer, maybe? um, ok. and she pours me a glass, A G-L-A-S-S, of vodka, V-O-D-K-A! and this i drink with my second lunch, then go out for a ciggy piggy with the lunch ladies.
so, to recap: i woke up fucked, and before i even took a shower a coworker convinced me to have "just one drink," which turned into the rest of a bottle. including that, it's FOUR ocassions on which my coworkers gave a very hung over and still a little drunk Aras more booze to fix him up, including, a full glass of vodka.
And I'm only writing this at 3p.m. God help me.
A reply to darius after the night after finals
that's fujnny whaen i hit "reply all" cause i f\igure that srupid thing you wroted must have been for everydody, and then it's just you...you wrote that shit just for me? rthanks dud3 man!
p.s. and two equal age coworker were just talkin g about one said she went home a lttler earlier and one said "gal kai man bus tave amziaus..." it was wicked funnym cause i'm drunk, and just now thay ask me wat's in the moring, antras girtuokliavimas ar is naujo kvepavimas? i said, priklauso nuo prie atsikeli. i think that was very clever for two reasons: iu'm drunk; i woke up on my couch with a male coworker on my bed who made me drink the rest oprf thje whicky with hjim before we went tpo work!
"whaterver the fuck"--tony soprano
p.p.s. a coworker just came in and sai "kas cia tiek priserie?( who poured shit everywher3e?)" (it was codfffe) and about thirty seconds later i said "oh, um, I, well, I, when i moved that chair that is usually there, I, um, didn't realize it would hbe so hard."
From: "Darius Razgiukas" <drazgiukas@yahoo.com>
> SpongeBob CrazyPants Electric Spaz-Out Doll With Medication
p.s. and two equal age coworker were just talkin g about one said she went home a lttler earlier and one said "gal kai man bus tave amziaus..." it was wicked funnym cause i'm drunk, and just now thay ask me wat's in the moring, antras girtuokliavimas ar is naujo kvepavimas? i said, priklauso nuo prie atsikeli. i think that was very clever for two reasons: iu'm drunk; i woke up on my couch with a male coworker on my bed who made me drink the rest oprf thje whicky with hjim before we went tpo work!
"whaterver the fuck"--tony soprano
p.p.s. a coworker just came in and sai "kas cia tiek priserie?( who poured shit everywher3e?)" (it was codfffe) and about thirty seconds later i said "oh, um, I, well, I, when i moved that chair that is usually there, I, um, didn't realize it would hbe so hard."
From: "Darius Razgiukas" <drazgiukas@yahoo.com>
> SpongeBob CrazyPants Electric Spaz-Out Doll With Medication
My Chistmas Toast
last night was a teacher get-together after the last day of tests (exams, which are more serious (of which i have none) are after new years). there was some kind of thing where they said every second person of a different gender at the banquet table should say something, and if fell upon me. people were already kinda drunk, so not everyone was listening, and i was also a little drunk too, so i said "shh, just don't get everyone's attention (the director and dean were already listening--I was sitting next to them--and also at least ten other people). these past four months have been amazing. never did i imagine that i would find, so early in life, a place that is really a pleasure to work, not only because of my students, most of whom are wonderful, but because of you, my coworkers, all of whom are wonderful. thank you."
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
SMSes to myself this weekend
"Call Sim! What's up!? Let's do something,"
"Cedric said disnosaurs were assholes!"
"Cedric said disnosaurs were assholes!"
Thursday, December 16, 2004
New primitive language discovered in pedagogical kitchen
Last night after dinner Cedric burped loudly, and, as if on queue, I burped back equally loudly. He looked at me with eyebrows furrowed and said:
"...was it a dialogue?"
"...was it a dialogue?"
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I made a gross of cookies
Over Thanksgiving break, after talking about my work with my mother, she recommended I bake cookies for my students to make sure they know my strictness doesn't mean I dislike them. I decided to take her advice.
I don't have chocolate chips, cause I gave them all to Juste and Neringa-Biz-Pak (they don't have them in Lithuania, so I brought them for the women I know, not thinking I might need them myself). So I had to find another types of cookie. It was not easy, actually. When I put "easy cookie recipe" into google without the terms brown-sugar (which I'd forgotten I have), chocolate-chip, fudge, and graham-cracker. I found a decent one in twnty minutes anyway:
CHOCOLATE COOKIES
1/2 C. vegetable oil
4 sq. unsweetened chocolate, melted
2 C. sugar4 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
2 C. flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
Mix together oil, melted chocolate, and sugar. Blend in one egg at a time. Add vanilla and dry ingredients. Chill about 1hr.. maybe a little longer.
Shape into balls about the size of walnuts and roll into powdered sugar, place on cookie sheet, but nut too close together because they spread out. Bake at 350 for 10-2 min. Makes about 6 doz.
I tripled the recipe, hoping for 210 cookies for 111 students and maybe a score of coworkers. Better more than less. Which turned out to be wise, since tripling six dozen only yielded one gross...?
Anyway, it was totally hard cause i had to replace vanilla with vanilla sugar and guess what "4 squares" equals, and the batter barely fit into our largest mixing bowl, and stiring it with a wisk got harder and harder . also, i had to increase the cooking time
fuck. i wanted to look up a work in the dictionary so i right clicked and chose translate to english for fun to see what would happen. what happened was all my progress since last save was deleted, and i'm too tired to rewrite it. therefore, the conclusion of this story will be available on in next month's newsletter. if you don't get it email me, and if you can't wait that long call me.
I don't have chocolate chips, cause I gave them all to Juste and Neringa-Biz-Pak (they don't have them in Lithuania, so I brought them for the women I know, not thinking I might need them myself). So I had to find another types of cookie. It was not easy, actually. When I put "easy cookie recipe" into google without the terms brown-sugar (which I'd forgotten I have), chocolate-chip, fudge, and graham-cracker. I found a decent one in twnty minutes anyway:
CHOCOLATE COOKIES
1/2 C. vegetable oil
4 sq. unsweetened chocolate, melted
2 C. sugar4 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
2 C. flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
Mix together oil, melted chocolate, and sugar. Blend in one egg at a time. Add vanilla and dry ingredients. Chill about 1hr.. maybe a little longer.
Shape into balls about the size of walnuts and roll into powdered sugar, place on cookie sheet, but nut too close together because they spread out. Bake at 350 for 10-2 min. Makes about 6 doz.
I tripled the recipe, hoping for 210 cookies for 111 students and maybe a score of coworkers. Better more than less. Which turned out to be wise, since tripling six dozen only yielded one gross...?
Anyway, it was totally hard cause i had to replace vanilla with vanilla sugar and guess what "4 squares" equals, and the batter barely fit into our largest mixing bowl, and stiring it with a wisk got harder and harder . also, i had to increase the cooking time
fuck. i wanted to look up a work in the dictionary so i right clicked and chose translate to english for fun to see what would happen. what happened was all my progress since last save was deleted, and i'm too tired to rewrite it. therefore, the conclusion of this story will be available on in next month's newsletter. if you don't get it email me, and if you can't wait that long call me.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Kugelis and the first time we went to meet somebody
So after three months we finally had plans to go meet some women Saturday. Milana is really into French, and she has some friends, Agne and Jurgita, so I came along too. Before this we made kugelis, which is an extremely Lithuanian potato with bacon casserole dish. It was long and hard, but turned out very well. It was especially hard because we don’t have a potato grating machine. And the potatoes have to be finely grated while raw. So we both ended up with grated thumbs and fingers. We have no measuring cups but for kugelis you don’t have to measure anything; my aunt laughed when I asked her about measurements. She said “you just put in as much as you want to eat.”
So we bought some nice wine and went to see them. It was also the first time we didn't purposefully pregame before leaving the dorm. It was fun. Agne was cute, and Jurgita was hot-hot (Cedric agreed, and he's bloody French; I don't know what I mean by that). They were all alot of fun, we chatted, drank the wine; they were drinking brand when we got there, and after the wine was gone we helped them polish that off. Then we were off to these girls' haunt, Kurpiai. It's a nice jazz bar which is well known throughout Lithuania and elsewhere in Europe even. It's the first bar I ever went to in Klaipeda this year, and that time it was full to the brim with sailors, who were throwing money around while in port. So I let them buy me beers.
This time was better. This band was playing that we'd heard in another bar in Vilnius the previous weekend, they were awesome. It was totally crowded though. And the bartender messed up our order. And waitresses kept bumping into us. And this older guy, probably a shameless American, was dancing in a fashion that caused his ass to bump into both mine and Cedric's in rhythm. We we like "wow, who's the homosexual?" I think he understood us because he stopped doing that. He was there again last night by the way.
Then we went to Prieplauka, which is more like a club. It's actually quite clublike: usually a cover and there's a coat room; large dance floor with booths at the walls; a second floor above the booths with tables but not covering the dance floor. It's "dec." There we drank alot of beer, played quarters upstairs (with various lithuanian coins; i left my quarters at home) and all danced alot, especially me and Agne.
And then we were tired. After successfully staying soberish for many hours the beers caught up with us: it was barf burp time! We left and the girls let us get into a cab first, possibly sense that we were drunk fucks in need of some rest. Between walking out of Prieplauka and getting home there were several barf burps, and I even reached for the window opener a couple times. That was funny.
In the morning I had received in my cell phone this messege from myself: "when my elbow fell off the table cedric rag are you ok?"
So we bought some nice wine and went to see them. It was also the first time we didn't purposefully pregame before leaving the dorm. It was fun. Agne was cute, and Jurgita was hot-hot (Cedric agreed, and he's bloody French; I don't know what I mean by that). They were all alot of fun, we chatted, drank the wine; they were drinking brand when we got there, and after the wine was gone we helped them polish that off. Then we were off to these girls' haunt, Kurpiai. It's a nice jazz bar which is well known throughout Lithuania and elsewhere in Europe even. It's the first bar I ever went to in Klaipeda this year, and that time it was full to the brim with sailors, who were throwing money around while in port. So I let them buy me beers.
This time was better. This band was playing that we'd heard in another bar in Vilnius the previous weekend, they were awesome. It was totally crowded though. And the bartender messed up our order. And waitresses kept bumping into us. And this older guy, probably a shameless American, was dancing in a fashion that caused his ass to bump into both mine and Cedric's in rhythm. We we like "wow, who's the homosexual?" I think he understood us because he stopped doing that. He was there again last night by the way.
Then we went to Prieplauka, which is more like a club. It's actually quite clublike: usually a cover and there's a coat room; large dance floor with booths at the walls; a second floor above the booths with tables but not covering the dance floor. It's "dec." There we drank alot of beer, played quarters upstairs (with various lithuanian coins; i left my quarters at home) and all danced alot, especially me and Agne.
And then we were tired. After successfully staying soberish for many hours the beers caught up with us: it was barf burp time! We left and the girls let us get into a cab first, possibly sense that we were drunk fucks in need of some rest. Between walking out of Prieplauka and getting home there were several barf burps, and I even reached for the window opener a couple times. That was funny.
In the morning I had received in my cell phone this messege from myself: "when my elbow fell off the table cedric rag are you ok?"
Monday, December 06, 2004
Friday Night...Hectic? I don't know.
Cedric and I make cheese burgers and freedom fries so we could try out our new Heinz Barbeque sauce. It was delicious. We played darts (real darts, not magnetic, which had cost us thirty lits at Hyper Maxima) and pregamed, then left at like, past ten or something and made the equivalnet of a redbull vodka for the road.
We met Saidas and Adis and a couple other dudes at Memelis. I was apprehensive about going, because it tends to be so crowded weekends that belligerance festers amoung people trying to dance but not really able to. We went anyway, and it turned out to be not bad. Maybe it's true what they say: "that place is so crowded, no one goes there anymore."
It was totally fun, we drank vodka tonics, and I danced so much I had to gulp down my cocktails during crappy songs just to keep pace with cedric. Two different girls touched my hair. I guess this bomb ass american hair wax pays off. I danced with one, who I think was drunk, cause her sun glasses kept falling off. The other was not good looking, Cedric called her "the one with the big nose."
On the way out Cedric started talking to a couple girls from Kaliningrad. It was interesting, cause we thought only Bombs and Nucear Waste live in Kaliningrad. Cedric disappeared and I shot the shit with them for a couple more minutes and gave them my phone number. And probably said something totally stupid like "if you wanna have some cake tomorrow give us a call." Plus I'm not sure if I spelled my name correctly since the shrift was cyrilic. It's supposed to look like: Apac
Then magically Cedric and Saidas were at Honolulu already, so I had to catch up. Then I had to buy a ten lit drink by myself (cause of the ten lit minimum), so I got a double vodka tonic. After an hour we decided it was beat and went home, and for once Saidas came with us, he usually stays all night.
Walking back this car stopped and the passanger opened the door. He started yelling something about the cops, and I was like, "what cops, where?" Then, before I had any idea what was going on, he had jumped out of the car, decked me with a right hook in the upper jaw, and jumped back into the car and sped away.
Cedric: Hey man, are you okay?
Me: Yeah.
Cedric: What the fuck was that about?
Me: I have no fuckin idea.
We met Saidas and Adis and a couple other dudes at Memelis. I was apprehensive about going, because it tends to be so crowded weekends that belligerance festers amoung people trying to dance but not really able to. We went anyway, and it turned out to be not bad. Maybe it's true what they say: "that place is so crowded, no one goes there anymore."
It was totally fun, we drank vodka tonics, and I danced so much I had to gulp down my cocktails during crappy songs just to keep pace with cedric. Two different girls touched my hair. I guess this bomb ass american hair wax pays off. I danced with one, who I think was drunk, cause her sun glasses kept falling off. The other was not good looking, Cedric called her "the one with the big nose."
On the way out Cedric started talking to a couple girls from Kaliningrad. It was interesting, cause we thought only Bombs and Nucear Waste live in Kaliningrad. Cedric disappeared and I shot the shit with them for a couple more minutes and gave them my phone number. And probably said something totally stupid like "if you wanna have some cake tomorrow give us a call." Plus I'm not sure if I spelled my name correctly since the shrift was cyrilic. It's supposed to look like: Apac
Then magically Cedric and Saidas were at Honolulu already, so I had to catch up. Then I had to buy a ten lit drink by myself (cause of the ten lit minimum), so I got a double vodka tonic. After an hour we decided it was beat and went home, and for once Saidas came with us, he usually stays all night.
Walking back this car stopped and the passanger opened the door. He started yelling something about the cops, and I was like, "what cops, where?" Then, before I had any idea what was going on, he had jumped out of the car, decked me with a right hook in the upper jaw, and jumped back into the car and sped away.
Cedric: Hey man, are you okay?
Me: Yeah.
Cedric: What the fuck was that about?
Me: I have no fuckin idea.
Student Erros Vol. 3 (From a Shopping Vocab Quiz)
"This slut looks good on you."
"My dress is baggy, I must to eat."
"My bed is very reasonable."
"I take tax to hammer, because she rock my good."
"Waiter, please give me a tax!"
"I bought a dog. It cost five litas. It was delicious."
Q: What might a date cost for the evening? What might you pay for?
A: "I think that reasnable price to pay all night on a date is big ice-cream."
A: "Milk, fruit, and vegetables."
A: "A hotel."
A: "Dinner, maybe condoms."
"My dress is baggy, I must to eat."
"My bed is very reasonable."
"I take tax to hammer, because she rock my good."
"Waiter, please give me a tax!"
"I bought a dog. It cost five litas. It was delicious."
Q: What might a date cost for the evening? What might you pay for?
A: "I think that reasnable price to pay all night on a date is big ice-cream."
A: "Milk, fruit, and vegetables."
A: "A hotel."
A: "Dinner, maybe condoms."
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Weakest...Bust...Ever!
Last night cedric and I were walking from Memelis (after Kurpiai) to Boogie Woogie, and having a beer on the way. I have heard many times that cops don't pay attention to drinking laws in KL, and I've been spotted by the fuzz before with no hassle. So I pay them no attention.
This time was different. These, apparently, were not pushover cops. The stopped us near the river, and sternly told us "you may not drink in public!" Ever anxious to avoid extended interaction with officials of the law, I said very politlely: "we're very sorry, we didn't know. we'll do whatever we're supposed to do--give it to you, dump it out on the ground, or what?"
after a bit of a stunned silence they replied: "well...no...just hide it for now and go drink it at home."
This time was different. These, apparently, were not pushover cops. The stopped us near the river, and sternly told us "you may not drink in public!" Ever anxious to avoid extended interaction with officials of the law, I said very politlely: "we're very sorry, we didn't know. we'll do whatever we're supposed to do--give it to you, dump it out on the ground, or what?"
after a bit of a stunned silence they replied: "well...no...just hide it for now and go drink it at home."
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
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