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Party PCV’s face south
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Party PCV’s face east
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When we first arrived, we were 44 people who were all strangers. As Americans,
this stage couldn’t last long, so we started to party together to find out who
we were. The parties became a regular occurrence, every Friday at the
lake. My host family started to joke with me about it, and after the first
month, stopped asking me where I was going on a Friday night.
The parties became a way to blow off steam built up from the week, so they
were usually not very Russia friendly. I’m sure the Russians understood,
but they never came twice. We had fun however. and this party was quite a
doozy. There is even a picture floating around of me when I was so tipsy,
I had to lay down, but its not gonna find its way onto this site.
When
dusk finally came that night, the militizi (police) showed up. After what
seemed like a long time and a difficulty on their part to stop their vehicles,
they approached us. Once they realized we were Americans, they dove off
again, almost running into the lake on the way out. I have a feeling they
were partying too.
One of the many traditions we started at the Friday Night Parties, was the
Zgrad Skinny Dip Club. As one of the founders I had the honor of leading
others into the baptism of public nudity, although they might see it
differently.
It was quite strange to have a party in the daylight, but since night didn’t
arrive until after the busses stopped running, we had
no choice. After we learned more about Russia, and Russian, many of us
followed the local tradition of ‘hiring’ a car. Essentially
hitch-hiking, but you have to pay the driver, so its more like a phantom taxi
service. Many times we didn’t have to pay because we were the first
Americans the drivers have ever seen.
I’ve noticed that Americans make a lot of noise, especially at a party.
I was constantly surprised that we weren’t asked to be quiet by the
militizi. Some people even tested the limits, like one nameless woman and
her ‘rape scream,’ at midnight while skinny dipping. That went
even beyond my limits.
After being in Russia for a while, we relaxed and let nature take her course.
This led to a few couples forming and dissolving at the parties. Although
I was never involved, its not to say I didn’t want to. For a while Mondays
were gossip central,
which stories and questions flying around. Over time we settled down and
couples really formed. One of the joy of being in a 95% singles
organization!
Where we play drinking games, the Russians toast to get drunk quickly. The
toasts start out short, ‘to health,’ then get longer and longer with
each toast. The toasts only stop when your out of vodka, or your just
plain out. I usually make it to the latter before the former as all my
colleagues know.
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