speaking of parties

friday i came home from school and museum tired. and dinner wasnt on the counter.
and three bottles of jager were.

gena said in the kitchen "oh, we're having people from church over." sometimes when they have people over i feel just like a zoo. becky washington from the americas. they usually have the same questions. are you married. do you have a boyfriend. are you a dancer (i really think they think all people from america are fat and that i must be a dancer. duh why else would i be not overweight and in russia. its a nice idea though. maybe soon i'll say yes. live the fantasy.) where do you live in america. why dont you. have a boyfriend we mean. im not complaining; sometimes your tired. sometimes you dont like people watching how you hold your fork or fold your candy wrappers. sometimes they talk about you while your at the table. and you kind of have to pretend your clueless. its just more polite. he didnt say exactly when. they 10 minutes later the doorbell is ringing and russians are streaming in. im hit by a wave of shy and duck in my room. and russian children keep peeking in. we exchange silly faces. we exchange silly faces for about 30 minutes. a brave one comes in and we girl talk. i dont understand. she doesnt understand. we're best friends. we stare at eachother alot. i can just tell she totally gets me and we're best friends. gena says i can come eat cookies. i go eat cookies and they're drinking jaeger. and eating cookies. and watching church slideshows and listening to younglife songs like "our god is an awsome god" but only in Russian. they're looking at the way i hold my tea but its not so bad. they translate a little bit; all the words i know in russian. although it just means we're compatible. they offer vodka filled chocolates; and when they leave vodik and i bond. he only plays with a knife for like 2 of the minutes we're together. and never points it in my direction. not even once.