Friday the 13th.
Caught up on internet stuff during the day, and then met up with Gunta at 6ish. Pelmeni, shopping, grocery store, kitchen, and then, out for the evening. Things don't get started til late in Riga, so we started going out around midnight. Went to several bars, some better than others... everywhere we went, people were fighting and falling over, and acting stupid - worse than I'd ever seen it - and I decided to blame it on the 13th.
Gunta met her older brother at one of the bars, and he was very nice but kind of a stick in the mud - we danced, he sat in the corner. Around 4am, we left, and the two of them starting rehashing family issues and decided they needed a long talk. I went home to the hostel.
Word.............................šim galdiņam vairs neliet = don't pour anymore on this little table! (ie, no more drinks for me)
Dish...............................pelmeņi = russian raviolis. cheap and pretty tasty.
Highlight.........................cute local band playing at one of the venues
Lowlight........................too many drunks out and about, looking for trouble
Random Observation.................everything in moderation (except moderation) is a good motto to live by.
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everything in moderation is my motto!!!!!!!1
ReplyDeletewhat is the brothers name.?
sounds like everyone drank more than they could handle.....
not me! i was the chaperone! (that's why Gunta taught me that phrase - so I could cut her off when she'd had enough! I didn't really do my job that well...)
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