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So I'm going to do those last four reviews of Buffy any day now. And then I'll do the last 18 reviews of Angel any month now. :) Angel reviewing has always been a problem for me though because they all seem to run together into one big thing. I don't know if this makes any sense. But it does to me. So right now, on this site (you know... [dot com]), I have a new book review in my articles section to appease everyone with. Just got finished with The Mammoth Hunters and had to write about it. Priyatna apetit as we say in Russian.
Anyway, I'm checking out of the hotel I've been living in for a month on Sunday, so that's my last day, and thus the end of all my freaky hotel stories. But before this happens, let me entertain the world with one more.
So some friends and I were out at the topjons having a beer or two again, because a fellow volunteer was going to America for a wedding and we were waiting up with him since his flight was at 2:00 am. And have I mentioned the classifications of Uzbek beer? Because some of it is slightly scary. The scariest one being called Pulsar. It's make in Samarkand and it tastes ok and is cheap, which is why it's the drink of choice. See, we all hate vodka by now and the wine and champagne gives most of us too many gastro-intestinal problems to justfy the price. So we mostly stick to the beer, which seems to go over better. But Pulsar is weird. It has this strange effect on all of us, all in different ways. It cause severe gas in most of us, other gastro-intestinal issues (especially in me) and in some people neurological weirdness. Like a friend of mine drank a bottle one night and the next day his middle finger began to twitch uncontrollably. Limbs fall asleep easier, it's really odd stuff. But the other night, it was making us really, really emotional too. At one point, I was crying, another guy was crying and another one was like "I hate everyone, everyone hates me, screw the world." We were all feeling very odd to say the least. So we sit up until 2:30 and have this huge emotional event.
Then everyone shuffles off except this one friend (the "I hate the world" one) who stayed the night before and I got in trouble over. Well, he wanted to crash again, and I didn't have a problem with this, but the last time, I was bitched out and told to notify the hotel desk. So I notified the guy at the desk and he was like, "I need to see his passport." So we gave him our PC identification and my friend tried to make sure that Peace Corps wouldn't be charged for his overnight stay. The guy said he had to charge if he had the information, so it was like a catch-22 of sorts which pissed us off. So we talk to the guy for 5 minutes and convince him not to charge. But he still wants a $5 bribe ("It's not for me, it's for the guard, because he will talk" - yeah right) from us to let him stay the night. So my friend has $2 and I go upstairs to get $3, but we're a little pissed, and so I say to the guy when I give him the money:
"Here is my 3,000 soum. Before you give it to the guard, please let him know that this is all the money I have for tomorrow's dinner. So please let him know that because he has taken my money, I will not eat tomorrow because he has my dinner."
And the guy was like: "Uhhhh."
But what I didn't know was that when I went up to my room to get the money, my friend tried to talk to the doorman and the doorman said, "Look, I am a man, I understand these things. But the guard will tell anyway. But I am a man, so I understand." and the waiter was winking. How presumptuous! Especially because nothing could, would or should ever happen!
Anyway, we go upstairs and after I am in my pjs and my friend is in (his, separate) bed, we hear a knock. As I was thinking what now?!? I open the door and there is the guard. He hands me back the money and says he doesn't need it. We thought this was cool and I thanked him and closed the door hopped into my bed and just after I turn off the light, the phone rings. Here is that conversation:
me:Hello? (impatiently)
the doorman: Hello Sepra, (they always use my name!) I just want to let you know, we gave you back your money, but two things. Your friend can not eat breakfast here.
me: That's fine. And?
the doorman: Try not to make too much noise.
me: (very pissed and tired) Ok, I promise to be very quiet for the two hours I have left to sleep.
Which, I had to get up at 5:50 for work and it was 3:30 by now. I was so pissed. So I slept for two hours, got up and I was seriously on a different planet I was so tired. I ate, and I walked my friend to the metro where we both left to go to work. We were laughing at last night and he was filling me in on the wierd "I'm a man, so I understand" b.s. and we discussed the weird emotive effect of the Pulsar on us. We blame it for the oddity of the whole evening.
Anyway, so I think that will be the last crazed thing that happens there. I hope so at least.
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