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Damn Russians and their parties. So I came home from school today, BUSHED from having my arm nearly ripped off from carrying the bari sax home when I saw a bunch of parked cars in my driveway. As soon as I saw Uncle Sergei's beat up '64 bug, I knew the family get together was at my house this time. FUCK, and we just had it at uncle Vlad's last week
-__-. I could barely stand it then and would surely be away, so THAT was why I wasn't warned about this.

I barely get through the door when a flood of relatives attack me and kiss just about every part of my face. "Leave Lizatchka alone", my grandma Zina come to my rescue, "can't you see she's tired from carring that enormous intrument home". "She shouldn't be playing it at all!" Grandma Sofa starts. "She'll develop *insert this long, Russian medical title* when she's older because women aren't made to lift such things!" In minutes, all the babulyas start arguing amongst themselves as I go upstairs to put my stuff away.

I try to sneak out the door when my cousin Masha glomps me before I get to freedom. "Liza, come play matryosha with me!" She shreeks. I try to quiet her down before anyone notices, but no. My mom sees me and summons me away. "Come outside and have some borsh and pelmenye before you run off!" She says, taking my hand. Like a good Russian, I obey, because man, my mom's borsh is THE BEST. Little did I know, but the party was already well underway, and she wanted me to come outside.

As soon as I step out of the front porch, I see uncle Sergei. Being his usual, drunkard self. Him and "the men" were having another one of their drinking contests. There's Sergei and Uncle Mischa(in the backround) , cheering him on.



I ignored this, and was just lucky that the vodka wasn't busted out while I was there. I sat down, and quietly ate my soup while Sergei was on his third bottle. All I take was the borsh this time because as soon as I asked Mom to get me some salad, I hear Olya cry out "TIME FOR THE VODKA", and the rumkas were being passed around. I then RUN FOR IT, because I remember the last time I was around for the vodka, uncle Sergei, after proposing to me, barfed all over my favorite pokemon shirt ;_;.... Baaad memories.

Anyone will know that Russian get togethers ALWAYS end up the same. You first pig out, then dance, and finally get drunk and fight. Our family, luckily hasn't had much of the punches thrown.

I was so happy I had 75 cents with me to take the bus 0_o. I spent a little while at Coddingtown, waiting for the downtown bus 'cause I needed to renew some books at the library. There, I met a new friend, Brian(another one 0__o). He gave me one of his pics : ).



When my dad asked if I met any hobos at the bus, I told him NO because Brian was NOT a hobo... he just told me his car wasn't working. I didn't tell him what his real profession was though. He's the editor and cheif of this underground porn magazine called "Fucked up Dates". He also gave me his business card... but I'm not scanning THAT picture 0_o. Apparently, I'm "porn material", or so he told me. He made no other moves on me though, luckily. He was quite nice though! He and I talked about his time in the Gulf War ^__^. His bus came before mine, but I wasn't left alone for too long ^___^

'Caaause... I met my buddy, Gerald!! Here's him during what he likes to call "Senior Ho-Day" I never DID ask what "Ho" is supposed to stand for...



We got to talkin' again! I love talking to Gerald : ). He's the nicest hobo you could meet. Seriously, he treats me as if I'm his daughter or something ^__^, AND he hardly asks for money too. He just goes around to different shelters throughout the year. We were deep into metaphysics when my bus came ;_;. Oh well, I know I'll see Gerald again soon! I always do.

It was about 6 when I came home, and found Sergei, Mischa and a few others sprawled out on random places, the rest were home. I was extremely lucky though, none were in my room...

It's time to do homework... FINALLY.