Canada, was long weekend after Thanksgiving. Not that our family is specially to celebrate this holiday, but the visitors came to the bride's brother Vitalik. And We like these Canadians, this day was a family feast.
In school we read texts about the holiday and decided to celebrate with other classes. Suggested each bring something out of food. We are all different nationalities and so everyone brought something, taken in its culture. The idea - great! Tables were lined with Asian noodles, Indian rice, hellishly spicy, Mexican tortillas, they were sauces, dumplings, pizza. And a separate table with a sweet, from my regular charlotte (though and baked with white flour and sugar, did not get up again, damn). And the music were asked to bring all his, too, were dancing in different styles. The result was a multicultural party!
yet we Vitalik went to the birthday of his friend. Celebrating took place in a small club and the guests were almost all Russian. Simply amazing, what all these Russian party of the same in Toronto. You seem to get on a disco in summer camp. Or in a recreation of Chekhov or Obninsk, of which 90 organized clubs. The vodka flows like water, atmosphere of unrestrained drunken separation. In principle, once a year it's even fun to go to a party. Remember the golden youth, drunk, with no special claims to this life. But it must be good to drink, yes. I was absolutely sober, and watch for drunken youth who bawl "Grass-grass near the house ..." I got really bored. Well, at least Acne was fun with his Druganov football) the first time we left malyshika with his grandmother and had promised not to late to go back. We are good fellows, 1 night at home were.
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