Monday, May 16, 2005

May Palanga Weekend

Cedric and I went to Palanga this weekend. The place we stayed was cool; the owner, Nina, only spoke Russian and German, so I had to whip out my foreign language skills to communicate. At first I was pleased with myself, but then I realized I was probably forming bad habits. I said things like "I want a room for two (in Russian) for two nights please (In German)."

The first night we went bowling, from which I'm still sore. We played three games. Cedric beat me every time. Later we bought Yatzy, though, and after bragging about how he's never lost Cedric lost miserably to me.

We were too drunk by then to find anything good to do at night, but we had a good time wandering around.

Saturday we went to the beach after bloody maries for breakfast. I kept my coat on, but my face at least is visible more tan. Cedric went swimming. He just couldn't leave lithuania after nine months never having swam in the Baltic. We drank a few beers on the beach.

Lunch at the pizza place with a fire place, not chili pizza, where rastenis and neringa and i ate last october. we thought it might be a good idea to get a bottle of wine with lunch. after i went to the bathroom they told me they were out of that vintage and asked if this other would be acceptable. as if i know anything about wine i said "what year is it? 2004? oh, ok then."

yummy pizza. by the end of the meal cedric was resting his forehead on the table. he said he was going to take a piss in the woods (we were sitting at an out door table), but what he actually wanted to do was taste his lunch again. i thought he was gone, it took him so long, but finally he came back and made me go look at it, he thought the color was so nice.

off to the amber museum! we walked on a nice path through the woods not far from the sea. cedric said he needed to take a shit, and i pointed to an 18 inch high cement trach can and said "there's a toilet right there, buddy."

he pulled down his pants and shit in the trash can. there was nobody around for about 50 meters, but there were a few people who saw him, i think. a few minutes later, when he turned into the woods saying "i've got to clean my ass" is the third time in my life i've spit beer out from laughter.

the amber museum was closed. cedric took a nap. after an hour i couldn't rouse him, so i went to buy some beer. after another thirty minutes i still couldn't, so i put a lit cigarette into his mouth. i think he "sleep-smoked" till it fell out of his mouth, and then he jumped out of bed to keep from catching on fire. he explained that the reason he was so resistant to my rousing was that he believed it was morning!

that night we went to Wild Nights. very soon we broke a glass, and the waiter insisted i pay 15 lits for it! i said "that's very funny, but stop fucking with me now." but he wasn't joking, so i picked up my coat and said "fuck you then, we're outta here." the bouncer stopped us and said we weren't going anywhere without paying. i explained that "mugs are intended to be cheered with, and if i'm given one that's so shoddy it breaks due to a normal salute, that's not my problem. we paid ten lits each to come in, but we'd rather forfeit that and leave than continue to support such an unconscionable business." he spoke to the waiter, who then said to me "i'm sorry, i was wrong, it wasn't your fault, it was mine. we'll replace the beer and the mug. i hope you'll reconsider and stay."

we stayed for a couple more beers. p.s. the waiter was so gay!

sunday morning was hard for me. i think you could say that i "merely trudged along" for the first few hours of the day till we had lunch. the trudging along included the amber museum, every new section of which i greeted with "oh no! it's not over yet?!"

lunch was an intersting place. the waitstaff wore Svyturys shirts, and the had Svyturys staff, but they didn't sell Svyturys, or any alcohol. but they said we could buy some at the store and drink it with our lunches. we just pulled wome out of our back packs though.

then we went to eat some smoked fish. then i think we went home.

6 comments:

Rachel Croucher said...

that is a wicked story, I almost felt like I was there!

mrdarius said...

i was wondering why you put an exclamation point after "off to the amber museum". that museum is definately the pits. i mean it's nice for a little while, and then it's the pits.

especially if your ass stinks and everyone there knows it's because you took a shit in a trashcan and then tried to clean it in the woods.

good post by the way.

Rachel Croucher said...

come to think of it I remember that museum, isn't it really close to the cemetery? From what I could recall it was just a little of house with heaps of crap, the little amber museum just off Pilies g. in Vilnius is tiny compared to the one in Palanga but so much better

Aras said...

no rachel, the museum is huge, overlooking a pool and flower gardens and statues. that's why it was such a long museum viewing.

Rachel Croucher said...

so there are two amber museums and I went to the crappy one! Or when was the one you are talking about built?

Aras said...

when was it build, rachel? i'll answer that the same way cedric and i answered every question we asked each other that entire weekend, incliding where are we, and what time is it: "i don't care."

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