Free Champagne
A while back I spent the weekend with a small group of PCVs in Northern Crimea. Several of them are leaving soon, so it was an opportunity to say goodbye and to relax in a smaller community.
We all gathered at an outdoor cafe for part of the afternoon, talking shop and drinking. Occasionally a cool tune would pop on the stereo and some of us would go and dance, which seemed to amuse the all female staff. After a fabulous Mexicanski dinner at home, another volunteer and myself were itching for round two. "Where's the club? Let's go to the club." The PCV whose site it was seemed less than excited (clubs are usually just full of young students--who they teach), but we bargained our way down to ice cream at that same cafe and we'd bring some cds for them to play. We'd dance to two songs, eat ice cream, and go home. A deal was struck.
When we showed up, the staff was excited to see us and would certainly play our cds.
But what was supposed to be two songs ended up being one particular track (JT's "Sexy back") on repeat at least four times. We would roll our eyes when it would eventually be played again like "are you kidding? We just heard this song 2 minutes ago!" but eventually we'd get up and do something. Somewhere around this time a waitress came to the table with a bottle of champagne for us. We looked at it and each other confusedly. Who gave it to us, who are we going to offend by not drinking it, etc, etc. We sat around for another ten minutes when the waitress came back and asked if we wanted glasses. Nope, we replied and just said we were tired. We debated leaving it there, but didn't want to be rude, so it it back so the next a.m. the other PCVs who pooped out early would be ashamed of their lazy selves.
We went back a third time the next day for dinner and in our company was a young Ukrainian woman, a friend of the local PCV. When she went to order juice the waitresases asked her about us--where did we come from, how long we were there, and complimented us on our energy and presence. They just really enjoyed our company, and us theirs. Hats off to the second goal. Sometimes you don't feel like such a schumck about it.
We all gathered at an outdoor cafe for part of the afternoon, talking shop and drinking. Occasionally a cool tune would pop on the stereo and some of us would go and dance, which seemed to amuse the all female staff. After a fabulous Mexicanski dinner at home, another volunteer and myself were itching for round two. "Where's the club? Let's go to the club." The PCV whose site it was seemed less than excited (clubs are usually just full of young students--who they teach), but we bargained our way down to ice cream at that same cafe and we'd bring some cds for them to play. We'd dance to two songs, eat ice cream, and go home. A deal was struck.
When we showed up, the staff was excited to see us and would certainly play our cds.
But what was supposed to be two songs ended up being one particular track (JT's "Sexy back") on repeat at least four times. We would roll our eyes when it would eventually be played again like "are you kidding? We just heard this song 2 minutes ago!" but eventually we'd get up and do something. Somewhere around this time a waitress came to the table with a bottle of champagne for us. We looked at it and each other confusedly. Who gave it to us, who are we going to offend by not drinking it, etc, etc. We sat around for another ten minutes when the waitress came back and asked if we wanted glasses. Nope, we replied and just said we were tired. We debated leaving it there, but didn't want to be rude, so it it back so the next a.m. the other PCVs who pooped out early would be ashamed of their lazy selves.
We went back a third time the next day for dinner and in our company was a young Ukrainian woman, a friend of the local PCV. When she went to order juice the waitresases asked her about us--where did we come from, how long we were there, and complimented us on our energy and presence. They just really enjoyed our company, and us theirs. Hats off to the second goal. Sometimes you don't feel like such a schumck about it.
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