French party and Masha's party

Let's get a pita. (In car) Finished, let's drink some vodka.

-Man I gotta step out.

Cinecycle - Sanyok: Big mofo to Sylwia: "Get out of my way, woman!"

Girl with Igor outside

-You want a ride to a station or something?

-You guys are legit?

-Yeah!

-Let me call my friends to let them know.

(rings...puts the phone down) Bye :S. (runs away from Igor)

Jizzfest:

-You broke my string on purpose! Wanna go outside?

-Fuck yeah. Let's go! (Sasha almost breaks the guy's hand)

Then I trip him out: -Dude, you can't be so negative. You have to reevaluate your priorities in life. You can't be so rude to people. What will I now think of all other Canadians?

-Yea you're right man... Absolutely right... (thinks deeply)

Masha Martynova's birthday.

Got drunk. Rove made out with someone. Sanyok was laughing at everyone all evening with Nastya. At one point I came out on the balcony and stood for 30 min, freezing. Sasha brought me a jacket, man did that feel good.

Masha tumbles around, breaking shit and all of a sudden, completely unrelated to Masha's stumbling, Igor falls from the couch. What a moment!

Her friend Masha got drunk too. Went outside, I forgot some stuff inside, and went back in. That's when some making happened. Out.

On the way back called Dinosaur. Apparently, i called her and talked on the phone.

Temych trip in 2007

Here is my half-assed attempt to describing trip with Temych, when he come to see me in France. More specifically, this is after we met a couple of girls on the train to Marseille, (we left them on the train unfortunately), but I wrote this up because they asked me to.
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Then it was just another normal day. A full day of touring in Marseille on no sleep. Oh actually, we got our car and then slept in it like two Russians in France.

Next couple of days were awesome, where we started riding around south of France and stopping in some towns. Craziest moment for me... I was learning to drive standard, so I wasn't too confident. At one point I asked my friend, "Hey, let me drive. These roads shouldn't be too bad." It was getting darker:) So here I am, already uncomfortable in my own skin, responsible for two lives, barely managing to shift gears, when we leave the city. Who knew that France, being a developed country, didn't just not want to invest in lighting the roads much further than major cities, but didn't even paint lines on the roads...going up and down the mountains. I am steering and driving down a side of a mountain at night; on the left a rock face that's aching to taste the crumpled metal of our car; on the right, somewhere, the edge of the road further than which there's a chance to experience some freefalling for a couple of seconds. Of course all of these with some other cars around me with angry French drivers (I imagine, cuz the ones who live in the mountains would always complain about those who don't about their driving abilities) In other words, good times.

After getting to Saint Tropez, we drove into the beach parking lot, and because it was late at night, we didn't pay, which is most of the cost. Slept there till morning, and then a wicked day at the beach. Another funny story: in the evening we went to this, what looked to be high class, club. Bouncer said "Sorry, we're full."Hey, we're Russian. Straight from Moscow. Just landed." "Please come in."

After that there were a whole bunch of other things - we went to Russia together.