Last night's EF party was no exception. Actually, it reminded me of some of the monstrous gym parties back home. Right now I am feeling very fragile and regretting that last shot of Absent.
The cab ride back home was one pit stop after another. No jogging next to the cab this time, however, after about the 4th stop the cabbie decided enough was enough and dropped us in the middle of nowhere. So there we were -10 degrees, stranded and feeling a "little" worse for wear.
After about an hour the alcohol started to wear off and the cold reality began to bite. It was time to get home before we froze to death. Luckily cabbies over here can posse as any old Joe and finding a willing driver is never a problem. After hailing the next car and a quick negotiation over the fare, we were on our way home for the second time that night.
EF teachers before the party.
Nastya Jeff and I at the party.
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