Robin had been telling me that his host’s daughter may be
slightly in love with me. I kind of exaggerate but in a few lines you’ll see
why this is actually true. Apparently she’d been saying all sorts of nice
things about me at dinner and had to end the conversation with an я не лесбиянка, just in case there were any
doubts in anybody’s mind. Apparently when I do my karaoke it’s just
breathtaking and to be fair I’m in complete agreement with her. Naturally I was
curious as to whether this was all a joke at my expense because it definitely
happens more than is customary with the average gullible person. So we all met
up to go to Sigmund and Froid for karaoke on Friday, ignoring Sasha’s warnings
and threats about our 9:45 Saturday morning meeting with Grace from RLUS. If
were not gonna be there, we’re just not okay Sash. We basically just turn up to
see your gorgeous face every week anyways, lessbee honest. Part of the way
through the night I do a pretty solid rendition of Stacey’s Mom with Olivia. We rock it, and as with every song of the
night it was so totes класический. Now that our Russian’s improved we have the
confidence to choose a word and repeat it frequently in large crowds. After
this I sit down and Leah comes and shares the chair with me. She whispers into
my hear “I fell in love with you when you were singing there” and pulls a
bottle of cream whiskey out of her bag and asks me if I’d like some liquour.
Never one to turn down a free drink and not wanting to disappoint this lovely
Russian girl, I obliged and the two of us are necking whiskey in front of the
stage in the middle of a bar. Stay classy ladies. Since then we’ve basically
just been besties. She gave me all the goss on the people singing on stage.
Some are members of the most famous pop band in Karelia, and some think they’re
hot, but they’re not.
At the start of the night we had the pleaure of meeting some
lad who called himself MC Bagel. If you have the guts to call yourself that,
you gotta respect it. So we chatted to him for a while. Of course he was high
as a kite, not really sure of what was going on around him but managed to make
it on stage for a few numbers; where he proceeded to repeat the chorus for the
entirety of the songs. Then he tried to steal the limelight of a few other
singers. They didn’t seem to mind until he started hitting one of the guys with
the mikestand in the face. That led to him being forcibly removed from the
premises. For someone who was having difficulty standing without support he
sure did throw a mean punch.
A brilliant night was had by all; I got asked by a boy to
dance. By asked, I mean I was dragged from the chair to dance to Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless. This led to me
screaming in his face that he makes me want to die and I’m willing to bet he
didn’t understand as he took his jumper off halfway through the song to get
even more into this dance.
We had Grace come from RLUS today to make sure we’re all
okay here. She’d taken the midnight train from St.Petersburg overnight and we
had a meeting with her at 9:45. It was over by 9:53 and that was with the small
talk too. Basically just to make sure we’re all doing good, and we basically
are. We entertained her for the day. Hung about in Kivach for about 6 hours
having breakfast and lunch. Had a mare with the ordering. You see the waiters
and waitresses here aren’t like in England. They will do anything not to serve
you. I find that at home you catch someone’s eye and they’ll come over. Here
you have to call a woman over by going девушка which means woman and to me it’s
like going “bitch” and then snapping your fingers and them coming to your beck
and call. But for men you have to go молодой человек and it’s pretty cringy to
be honest. So yeah, we didn’t get served that easily. Plus they still don’t
have anything on the menu in stock ever. I’m determined to have зелёный равиоли
by the time we leave. Then we went for a walk to the lake and then to Lenta to
get snacks for our trip to this marble pit and ostrich farm tomorrow. I hope
the ostriches are in cages or on leashes because apparently they do chase and
spit and kick. Although this could of course be another joke I just believe.
Most people had gotten tired and left by the time we got to
5 o clock, but me, Maddie, Robin, Grace and Connel headed over to the football
stadium because there was a free football match going on. FC Karelia against
some other team. Our team were in this horrid lime green kit so I decided to
support the others which were in burgundy and that’s my favourite colour ever.
I switched half way through when I realised it probably wasn’t very socially
acceptable in this particular crowd. Mostly full of old babushkas yelling давай
and then leaving halfway through for the lack of давай from the players. It was
exactly as you’d expect a Russki football game to be. You’ve got the refs
coming out from half time with only one team. Clearly some money had exchanged
hands for a tactical advantage. Potentially money was exchanging hands during
the game; the ref kept shaking hands with random players and then putting his
yellow card away. I counted about 11 yellow cards and there were 4 red cards.
The last red was to a player that had already been sent off or wasn’t even
playing to start with. One red card went to a player from the opposing side who
decided he didn’t want to leave the pitch so we did a sassy walk the long way
off and stopped a metre before the edge to tie his shoelaces. Basically a
jackass so we booed. Everytime a goal was scored a fight would break out. One
of the poor players hurt his back so he’s just laying on the ground in agony
whilst everyone else is having a bit of a punch up. Yellow cards are flying and
the medic is some random guy from the crowd with a tiny blue box. Not big
enough to hold a bottle of vodka, let alone a stretcher.
Side Note: So there’s this delicious salad called vinagrette here and it’s, from what I
can tell, beetrout based mainly due to the rich purple colour and of course the
bits of beetrout in it. Normally I’m not a fan but they do something or another
to it to make it really yummy. I was just thinking that I should find a recipe
to make it at home and the one in Lenta doesn’t have pees in it so if I could
somehow get hold of a transportable cooling container (battery powered fridge),
then I could take some home for my mum and it’d be perfect because she doesn’t
like pees. Turns out it does have pees in it, they’re just disguised as berries
what with all the beetrout juice everywhere. But the vinagrette in Sigma has
green pees in it that somehow don’t get affected by the juices despite being
buried deep inside the salad. I wonder what the pees are made of that they
repel beetrout juice.
Grace also told us another train website for Russia if anyone
else is interested. www.tutu.ru because Russian trains make this tutu sound.
Nod and smile. Nod and smile.
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