On Saturday I had one of the best experiences of Russia. My tutor invited me to her apartment for a dinner party. It wasn't until after I arrived at her apartment that I discovered she wanted me to spend the night. My Russian was horrible enough on Saturday that I apparently missed the telephone conversation wherein she asked and I accepted the invitation. I decided to roll with it. My tutor, Nastya, and her fiance Yuri were the hosts, and their guests were Lena, Lena and Dima. They made the entire dinner, like good little хозяйкаs in training, and then we preceding to drink a lot and have great conversations. It's the first time I've been a part of something like this as the only American, and that's probably why it was so amazing. After a while, especially after the drinks, and after I got to know and like them all so much, words started running together and it didn't matter that I didn't understand them all the time. I forgot we were speaking in Russian and it felt like we were just talking. It was just so fun.

С днём рождения кому-нибудь, который родился в этот день!