And now to the social event of the year! The Russian New Year party by MGF comrade V.
It's one of those, you know, when a stretch limo picks you up and takes you blind-folded to a place that's not even on the map. Very exclusive indeed.
Here's the drill. Vodka for the men. Champagne for the women. The urban myth is about a male friend who had a couple of glasses of champagne. He was never invited back!
If you can walk out, rather than crawl, you didn't do it right.
The music? Russian pop. And I am not talking about the mock-lesbian duo. We are talking the last 30 Russian entries to the Eurovision.
Again, if you are sober enough to find the music not exactly to you liking, you didn't do it right.
So, for those of you who are following the KM chart - 80KM as of today - I will be counting any kilometre I run tomorrow as 5!
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J
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