ukrainian wisdom

This was all clearly my fault; I even had a veiled warning in the form of a mention of Little Sergey in my father's comment on the previous post. How many times does Little Sergey come up in conversation? Not that many--which is why it's important to recognize the significance when he does. Anyway, I was going out for dinner tonight, and it was sprinkling outside, but I had been assured that the restaurant was 'just around the corner' and so I didn't bother to change my coat or my shoes. By the time we got to the first corner, it started pouring, and I didn't have a hood, so my hair began streaming with water. The place was actually more than just around the corner, but it wasn't quite as bad as Sergey's 'two steps around the corner' (which, for those of you who weren't priveleged enough to be there, was actually a couple of miles, mostly uphill, in the freezing November winds of downtown Kiev, dragging along my aged grandfather and my arthritic grandmother, for some dubious reward that I have now forgotten). However, I'm concerned that I may have ruined my lovely pink Uggs--I really hope that they dry out without any noticeable discoloration.

But, despite this dire situation with my shoes, dinner was lovely; I went out with Matt, Maya, and Sonam and Tina (who just arrived from Hyderabad yesterday). The restaurant was interesting too--it was actually built underneath the DART tracks, so the ceiling in the middle was low and deeply curved, and you could hear the DART pass overhead every few minutes. This was all much swankier than it sounds--I mean, they had candles, so it had to be nice, right? Then I came home, sat around, and am now getting ready to go bed. In fact, now that I have finished this post, that's exactly what I'm going to do!