Kyrgyzstani invasion

Finally, about 11:30 pm, I got out of bed and asked roommate's boyfriend to keep it down a little bit (they were excitedly talking loudly RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM).

He introduced me to the 'rents, visiting for his wedding this weekend.

"I forgot how to say 'nice to meet you' in Russian" (perhaps because I WAS ASLEEP). He couldn't remember either - but he speaks really fluently, so that was just on the spot and between three languages. (Now, of course, I remember)

But the look of glee on those people's faces when I said even just a few words in Russian - it was like real crabmeat at the Protestant old people's buffet. "She really speaks Russian!" they said to each other, immensely relieved - what with being thousands of miles from home and knowing nobody speaks Kyrgyz (related to Turkish, unrelated to anything else just about - and I know not a word). Of course I got grilled about WHY I speak Russian and why so well (which, it's not - again, if I stick to phrases I've said 100,000 times, then I sound good - but otherwise, it's a struggle to remember anything - and those gears clicking in my head are audible).

So, Tami if you're reading - it's YOTL for me wherever I go - even just outside my bedroom.

And now, I"m so tired, and off to another really, really long day. Yawn.