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Oct. 7th, 2006 02:23 amI had a dream:
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scowling_hermit came to visit me in Fort Collins. I was home alone when she came - by car, I guess, though I don't remember her car. Anyway, she was wearing this Little Ms. Goth Chick outfit, but the shoes were not matching, they were something beige with a brown leather flower on them, on a platform, something back from the hippie era:) I let her in, we had hugged each other, I opened some beer, and said: the shoes does not match the outfit, and she answered that the matching ones were lost during to her trip here. I asked her about her size, she said it's 5, sometimes 5.5 - depends of the shoes. I said: Oh, I have an idea: my mom has the same size, and she has a lot of the nice high heeled european model shoes, but she does not wear them since she had that pain in her leg (which is true), and she'll be happy to give them to someone nice. Sara said sure, why not? Where does your mom live? - Oh, in Moscow. - Oh, it's rather far from here, I have never been there. -Oh, that's okay, just 10 hours in the plane and we are on the place! So she gave a call to her mom, and I - to my mom, and to my husband who was walking in the city park with Sasha, and all of them said it's okay for us to go to Moscow for four days. Sara took her sport bag from the car, we went to Denver airport, got the tickets (obviously, the visas and the money were not a problem 8) Next thing was: we are at my apartment in the center of Moscow, Sara's trying the shoes. Some of them fit, some don't, some are a bit too narrow. Still, there are about four of five pairs that are ok. But Sara had changed in something different: a mini-skirt (brown), dark brown stockings, and a beige-and-brown blouse with fancy sleeves. Her previous shoes were ok now, but she put on an inherited ones: an almost new, brown, 6" stiletto hill, crocodile skin (imitation?), italian shoes. I gave a call to some friends, we are to meet in an hour at Novokuznetskaya metro station. But I couldn't wait, I wanted to go to the city, so I dragged scowling_hermit to the streets. The streets were rather empty, because it was a Sunday. So we promenaded up Pyatnitskaya street, the men are staring at us, as I am lecturing on English about the architecture and history (I was wearing a blue jeans, and a blouse, by the way:) Finally, two of my friends had arrived, but instead of going into a "folklorized" Ukranian restaurant on Pyatnitskaya (heh, I don't know if it's still there) we went to "Sally O'Brian" Irish pub on Polyanka. Sara was slow on her high heels, the guys were trying to adjust their walk to her steps - looking funny, chit-chatting very loudly, bad English, everybody's awfully exited, and happy. In the pub scowling_hermit said that she doesn't drink beer, and orders some normal, awfully american dinner: tomato soup, a steak, potatoes, salad. Everybody else had buffalo wings and lots and lots of beer. More friends had arrived. The guys persuaded Sara to have some beer and then some tequila (brrrr!). Than we decided to go to see the Red Square (just cross the bridge) at night, and made a ton of plans on the next three days. Sara was sitting on the pool table (I am not sure if in reality the pub has any), and painting in acrylics (they had everything in the pub's menu!8). I and another guy were paying the bill. Definitely, the money was not a problem. It was cold and pouring outside, and the streets looked the most beautiful, with all the neon lights reflecting in the wet asphalt (ahhh, Moscow!....)
Than instead of the Red Square all the company started toward my place, really drunk, chit-chatting very loudly, bad English, everybody's awfully exited, and happy. Max was carryingscowling_hermit on his hands because of her shoes he said, while we were walking on the cobblestones. We were trying to sing "people are strange" and something else from The Doors, but ended up with "Bezobraznaya Elza" by Crematorij:))))
Now, everybody who knows Moscow would say: it's time to you guys to get in trouble! I know(knew) Moscow. I sensed it and decided to I wake up.
The bottom line is: if we'd ever go to Moscow, I am sure that everything will be exactly the way it was in the dream (well, may be except the shoes and painting in the pub; and, I am afraid, the visas and money part). Still, it was a cool and, err, intense dream... I felt so young in it... Heh, yes, cool :))
scowling_hermit came to visit me in Fort Collins. I was home alone when she came - by car, I guess, though I don't remember her car. Anyway, she was wearing this Little Ms. Goth Chick outfit, but the shoes were not matching, they were something beige with a brown leather flower on them, on a platform, something back from the hippie era:) I let her in, we had hugged each other, I opened some beer, and said: the shoes does not match the outfit, and she answered that the matching ones were lost during to her trip here. I asked her about her size, she said it's 5, sometimes 5.5 - depends of the shoes. I said: Oh, I have an idea: my mom has the same size, and she has a lot of the nice high heeled european model shoes, but she does not wear them since she had that pain in her leg (which is true), and she'll be happy to give them to someone nice. Sara said sure, why not? Where does your mom live? - Oh, in Moscow. - Oh, it's rather far from here, I have never been there. -Oh, that's okay, just 10 hours in the plane and we are on the place! So she gave a call to her mom, and I - to my mom, and to my husband who was walking in the city park with Sasha, and all of them said it's okay for us to go to Moscow for four days. Sara took her sport bag from the car, we went to Denver airport, got the tickets (obviously, the visas and the money were not a problem 8) Next thing was: we are at my apartment in the center of Moscow, Sara's trying the shoes. Some of them fit, some don't, some are a bit too narrow. Still, there are about four of five pairs that are ok. But Sara had changed in something different: a mini-skirt (brown), dark brown stockings, and a beige-and-brown blouse with fancy sleeves. Her previous shoes were ok now, but she put on an inherited ones: an almost new, brown, 6" stiletto hill, crocodile skin (imitation?), italian shoes. I gave a call to some friends, we are to meet in an hour at Novokuznetskaya metro station. But I couldn't wait, I wanted to go to the city, so I dragged scowling_hermit to the streets. The streets were rather empty, because it was a Sunday. So we promenaded up Pyatnitskaya street, the men are staring at us, as I am lecturing on English about the architecture and history (I was wearing a blue jeans, and a blouse, by the way:) Finally, two of my friends had arrived, but instead of going into a "folklorized" Ukranian restaurant on Pyatnitskaya (heh, I don't know if it's still there) we went to "Sally O'Brian" Irish pub on Polyanka. Sara was slow on her high heels, the guys were trying to adjust their walk to her steps - looking funny, chit-chatting very loudly, bad English, everybody's awfully exited, and happy. In the pub scowling_hermit said that she doesn't drink beer, and orders some normal, awfully american dinner: tomato soup, a steak, potatoes, salad. Everybody else had buffalo wings and lots and lots of beer. More friends had arrived. The guys persuaded Sara to have some beer and then some tequila (brrrr!). Than we decided to go to see the Red Square (just cross the bridge) at night, and made a ton of plans on the next three days. Sara was sitting on the pool table (I am not sure if in reality the pub has any), and painting in acrylics (they had everything in the pub's menu!8). I and another guy were paying the bill. Definitely, the money was not a problem. It was cold and pouring outside, and the streets looked the most beautiful, with all the neon lights reflecting in the wet asphalt (ahhh, Moscow!....)Than instead of the Red Square all the company started toward my place, really drunk, chit-chatting very loudly, bad English, everybody's awfully exited, and happy. Max was carrying
scowling_hermit on his hands because of her shoes he said, while we were walking on the cobblestones. We were trying to sing "people are strange" and something else from The Doors, but ended up with "Bezobraznaya Elza" by Crematorij:))))Now, everybody who knows Moscow would say: it's time to you guys to get in trouble! I know(knew) Moscow. I sensed it and decided to I wake up.
The bottom line is: if we'd ever go to Moscow, I am sure that everything will be exactly the way it was in the dream (well, may be except the shoes and painting in the pub; and, I am afraid, the visas and money part). Still, it was a cool and, err, intense dream... I felt so young in it... Heh, yes, cool :))
