Friday night I was supposed to go to a concert with my tutor, but she got sick (told me she had a pretty crazy fever and such - I think she even described her sickness as попитерский, meaning typical of St. Petersburg, though I might be remembering the word wrong..) so I suddenly had a free night. So I checked to see what everyone in the group was doing and it turned out that some of my friends were going to go back to the Irish bar, Shamrock, that I had tried to go to on St. Patty's Day, but couldn't find - so I jumped on the opportunity to check it out.
It was a pretty cool bar, despite being a little overpriced. It was just a small group of us of about 5 so we were just drinking cider and talking for a while. Then a couple of Russians heard us speaking English and asked us if we wanted to come and have a drink with them at their table - so we did.. They ended up being pretty cool - I'm pretty sure they were all grad students studying engineering or law, and they bought us drinks, so that's always a plus :-). But then, Cheryl noticed that the American goalie from the Russian hockey team СКА (whose game we went to on an excursion) was at the bar. Background info: On St. Patty's Day, Cheryl had actually met Ash, the aforementioned goalie at Shamrock, and he had apparently taken a liking to her and paid the bill for their entire group! So when she saw him on Friday, she introduced us all to him, another Canadian hockey player (although I'm not sure if he was actually apart of CKA) and another guy that maybe was the bodyguard (?). They were nice enough - basically, your standard athletes. They kind of stole us away from our Russian friends though, and I felt bad, so when the Russians were leaving I exchanged contact info with them, so that we could keep in touch with them. We ended up being the last ones at Shamrock with the hockey players and, yet again, they paid for everyone's drinks. And somehow, don't ask me how, we ended up going with them to their apartment afterwards, attempting to make macaroni and cheese for them, and passing out on their couch. We all woke up at 7 the next morning and snuck out while the hockey players were still asleep in awe of the craziness of the evening.
I ended up getting home when my family was leaving for Leila's judo competition - Nadia kind of chuckled and shook her finger at me, but that was it. So I slept for about about an hour and then got back up and got ready to go to Pushkin. A group of us had planned during the week to go to the city, Pushkin, on a mini-excursion during the day on Saturday, and even though I wasn't feeling in the best of health, there was no way that I was going to miss it. So with a mild headache and some pretty massive bags under my eyes, I made my way to the metro stop at Moskovskaya.
From the metro, we took a 40 minute marshrootka to Pushkin, and by the time we got there I was feeling a lot better. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't wonderful - it was pretty cold and snowy - but we visited the Catherine Palace at Tsarskoe Selo and it was beautiful! I unfortunately forgot my camera in my coat check, so I can only describe to you how magnificent the inside of it was. Pretty much all of the walls were lined with gold and mirrors, and in the great hall, there was a huge ceiling mural! They also had a bunch of tables set up with fake feasts that looked really appetizing :-9. But I think my favorite part of our exploration of the palace was in the exhibition hall downstairs, where they had this crazy painting of the palace during WWII, when there was a lot of destruction. It was pretty shocking because on the opposite wall was a painting of the palace during a summer day before the war.
After we had had a sufficient stroll around town, we got some borshch at a cafe and headed for home. When I got home, my exhaustion hit me all of a sudden and I ended up passing out at 7:30 pm! But it was a good thing because I had agreed to go to mass with two of the girls from the group at the English service at 9:30 (I usually go to the Russian one at 12). The mass was fine, but I definitely prefer the Russian mass - the singing is MUCH better and somehow I feel less like a foreigner with all the Russians surrounding me. We did meet a graduate student from an African country who was studying Russian in St. Petersburg after mass though. Then we had breakfast together at a cafe and headed back home to do some hw.
On Sunday night, my tutor had finally healed up and we arranged to meet at 8 pm at Dacha, before she had work at 10. When I got there, I was happy to see that Anna and Sasha (her friends whom we'd hung out with last weekend) had come too. Anna ended up having to leave pretty early because her father needed computer help, but she said that she wanted to invite me to her apartment this weekend to eat Armenian food! We'll see if it actually happens, but I hope it does! I talked with Sasha (my tutor) until she had to work and told my stories from the weekend and found out a little bit more about how she got her job as a DJ. For the rest of the night, Sasha (aka Alexander) stayed and talked with me while Sasha (my tutor) dj-ed. It was kind of sad because he is going back to his home city up north for a month on Tuesday to earn some money before he returns back to Petersburg, so this is the last time we'll get to hang out with him for a while. But he was really sweet and kept me amused for the entire night, talking about Russian politics, Russian drinks, music, snowboarding, and he even taught me some Russian slang - my favorite was the word for "sick!" = "жесть!" I didn't end up leaving until 12 am, but I had finished all my homework, so I was ok for class this morning.
Today was a pretty regular class day. My grammar teacher laughed and called me a hooliganka when I made up a silly sentence about recommending a student coming to Petersburg not to wear a bathing suit on the street. She also went on a mini-rampage about how capitalism is a system "not for the man" and how during soviet times, life was safer. ooh Tatyana...
Other than that, we just had our regular Monday meeting and we found out that the excursion this week to the Baltika beer brewery is meeting at 9:40 - so it seems we're going to be having pivo for breakfast, hmmm...
Just played another marathon game of simultaneous candyland/russian-card-game-that-i-still-don't-understand and now i'm pretty tired.. the girls have spring break now, so I'm pretty jealous - I think I'll try to get a good start on my cochinyenya for baltika tonight since we're meeting with some russian students at a bar tomorrow evening