Interlude: Overheard in Russia

1. June 19, at a doctor's office:
Doc:"It'll pass, don't worry.
me: "It's taking a long time."
Doc: "Only squirrels move fast."

2. June 18, at an English lesson with a 60-year-old Russian:
him: "So you have a degree in Music?"
me: "yes."
him: "And what do you think of MC Hammer?"

(----) in Russia Vol. 34: An Evening

It always starts so innocently. Then a curious trip to a Mad Max-themed biker bar with a $30 cover (call it an "accent fee," since native Russians pass freely past the beefy guards) turns into a descent into the mouth of soapy madness (see above). But let's not get ahead of ourselves...


8 p.m.


8:10 p.m.


8:15 p.m. Buskers walking from car to car in the metro. Note the mandolin.


Time irrelevant at this point as mind blown by dreadlocked bride skank-tappin' at Sexton, a biker bar in west Moscow.








And thus began the foamtastic voyage. For some reason, this bar was pumping soap suds out of a huge tube, sort of like that birth scene in "Aliens."