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?"