I just got back from a mostly relaxing vacation which included a trip back home and then a blurry adventure in Ireland on my way back to work in Russia. It's always nice to be back at home visiting with friends and family and as for Ireland, I have one piece of advice...don't accept any drinking challenges against an Irishman, especially 6 of them at once. It won't end well.
On my way back to Russia, dealing with an Irish hangover, I boarded my second last leg of the trip from Frankfurt to Moscow. After a month of not practicing any Russian or, at the very least, seeing any Russian women I'm happy to hear a familiar unfamiliar language and notice a few girls that are worth noticing while boarding. It just so happens that two of them are sitting across the aisle from me and the closest one started checking me out every so often during the flight. Of course I'm keeping it cool, sitting back and watching the animated kids movie on my TV screen. I figure she's going to break at some point since she can't seem to stop staring at me. As we start our final descent she finally reaches over and grabs my arm. I calmly take off my headphones to look over as she holds out her air sickness bag and asks if I need to use it. With a look of complete confusion, I politely decline.
The two Russian beauties could not stop laughing (at me, presumably) until the plane landed. I suppose I need to re-evaluate my 'cool' look as it seems to get mistaken for a look of imminent vomiting.... but I can still make them laugh.
