The weather has been awesome these past few days, so I've been trying to get out as much as possible.
Wednesday night: Rock Club to check out a performance by Gor. Many of the Peace Corps and Armenian Volunteer Corps members were there, including fellow loggers Lena, who mocked me for wearing all black (like a local), and Rhoda, talking about pubic pizzas and raw burgers. Although I was pretty relaxed, I had a good time, enjoyed watching all the non-Armenians dancing to Armenian music, speaking the language, and having an amazing time!
Thursday night: Went to see what was happening at Republic Square with my cousin. There were people everywhere, cartoon characters, amusement rides, games, music, cotton candy (YUM!), and about a dozen Tzmer Babiks (winter grandpas = Santa Claus').
When we got home, my cousin realized that the washroom floor was wet. Unfortunately, even after 3 months of being here, I haven't gotten used to this "start the pump, fill the water tank" business. While I was cleaning up, my neighbor from downstairs rang the doorbell to tell me that the water had leaked into their apartment. So I apologized. A minute later, another guy came from the same apartment, I apologized again. Another minute later, a third guy came up, I apologized again, end of story...well, not quite yet. At that point I felt so bad I put on my slippers and told my cousin I would be back. I went downstairs, they answered the door, and I told them that I felt bad and (thinking that the damages were so bad since 3 guys came knocking on my door) I wanted to see what a mess I had made of their apartment. What was their response? Come in. They made me sit down at the dinner table (along with the 3 guys, a friend of theirs, and grandma) and served me a big pile of food. I didn't feel like eating anything, but we all made numerous toasts, had shots after shots of vodka, chatted about this and that, then I returned home all tipsy giggling non-stop. I was downstairs for 2 HOURS, while my poor cousin was sitting alone in the apartment.
Friday morning: Visited a friend of mine from Toronto who used to be my Armenian school principal (Arpi Meras). She was the first person I came to Armenia with, back when I was 9 years old. She's got quite an unusual and motherly relationship with most of her students. We went out for a quick tea, then split so I could meet my other friends. I treated Nune and her PR rep, Liana, for falafels. After that, I split and hooked up with Arpi Meras again. We hung out with a few friends for a while, then the two of us split and met up with Sirusho at an Armenian pop concert. Following that, along with other friends, we went to Suzan Margaryan's place for a late dinner (Suzan is a very well known Armenian singer and the mother of 15 year old Sirusho, another popular Armenian singer). We were there "till late chatting and having a nice relaxing time. The fog was horrible at night. I haven't seen fog like that my entire life.
Saturday: If all goes well, is a trip to Gyumri with Nigol and Zabel.
By the way, Ara, I got the Ararat movie on video and it is the English version. I found out that there are 2 versions. They have the exact same cover, but one has a blue tint on the top of the case. I had asked one guy, who was selling the movie, what the blue tint represents and he told me that all the cases were printed with the blue tint, but some had faded under the sun. Stupid! The bluish one is the English one and the other one is the Russian overdub (which is the one you got I think).
Wednesday night: Rock Club to check out a performance by Gor. Many of the Peace Corps and Armenian Volunteer Corps members were there, including fellow loggers Lena, who mocked me for wearing all black (like a local), and Rhoda, talking about pubic pizzas and raw burgers. Although I was pretty relaxed, I had a good time, enjoyed watching all the non-Armenians dancing to Armenian music, speaking the language, and having an amazing time!
Thursday night: Went to see what was happening at Republic Square with my cousin. There were people everywhere, cartoon characters, amusement rides, games, music, cotton candy (YUM!), and about a dozen Tzmer Babiks (winter grandpas = Santa Claus').
When we got home, my cousin realized that the washroom floor was wet. Unfortunately, even after 3 months of being here, I haven't gotten used to this "start the pump, fill the water tank" business. While I was cleaning up, my neighbor from downstairs rang the doorbell to tell me that the water had leaked into their apartment. So I apologized. A minute later, another guy came from the same apartment, I apologized again. Another minute later, a third guy came up, I apologized again, end of story...well, not quite yet. At that point I felt so bad I put on my slippers and told my cousin I would be back. I went downstairs, they answered the door, and I told them that I felt bad and (thinking that the damages were so bad since 3 guys came knocking on my door) I wanted to see what a mess I had made of their apartment. What was their response? Come in. They made me sit down at the dinner table (along with the 3 guys, a friend of theirs, and grandma) and served me a big pile of food. I didn't feel like eating anything, but we all made numerous toasts, had shots after shots of vodka, chatted about this and that, then I returned home all tipsy giggling non-stop. I was downstairs for 2 HOURS, while my poor cousin was sitting alone in the apartment.
Friday morning: Visited a friend of mine from Toronto who used to be my Armenian school principal (Arpi Meras). She was the first person I came to Armenia with, back when I was 9 years old. She's got quite an unusual and motherly relationship with most of her students. We went out for a quick tea, then split so I could meet my other friends. I treated Nune and her PR rep, Liana, for falafels. After that, I split and hooked up with Arpi Meras again. We hung out with a few friends for a while, then the two of us split and met up with Sirusho at an Armenian pop concert. Following that, along with other friends, we went to Suzan Margaryan's place for a late dinner (Suzan is a very well known Armenian singer and the mother of 15 year old Sirusho, another popular Armenian singer). We were there "till late chatting and having a nice relaxing time. The fog was horrible at night. I haven't seen fog like that my entire life.
Saturday: If all goes well, is a trip to Gyumri with Nigol and Zabel.
By the way, Ara, I got the Ararat movie on video and it is the English version. I found out that there are 2 versions. They have the exact same cover, but one has a blue tint on the top of the case. I had asked one guy, who was selling the movie, what the blue tint represents and he told me that all the cases were printed with the blue tint, but some had faded under the sun. Stupid! The bluish one is the English one and the other one is the Russian overdub (which is the one you got I think).
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