Yes, summer is not over, of course, but I have some great memories to share! Okay, not all of them are that great, but you know what I mean, I just remember them.
It was the second week of June, I was at my friend’s house, she was having a party. As the night went on, the cops arrived. What? No, they weren’t going to arrest us or anything, they were friends. They brought some cheap alcohol with them and came with a police van. I was sitting with one of my friends on the couch, he was a little scared, because we both are underage and cops could never mean a good thing for an underage person. So, they saw us, we said hello, they said hello, it was fine. As I reach for coca-cola,one of the cops hands me over the alcohol bottle and says: “If you’re gonna drink coke, you have to drink this!” You don’t have to tell me twice, I took a sip. Or two. Or maybe three. Later, can’t remember which one of them both, but one of them handed me the bottle and asked: “How old are you?” I didn’t hesitate to tell - “enough!”, he just laughed and said: “that’s all I had to hear!” and gave me the bottle. Even though it was cheap, disgusting booze, it was nice to drink with the cops. Such a great thing to tell grandchildren, haha.
My second story will be about traveling. So, I was visiting this European country called Estonia, the city of Tartu is where we stayed. We had a house there, not far from city center, my friend’s parents live there, that’s why we got the place. So, when the night came, we snook out (because there was no way her parents would allow us to go out at night) and went for a search for a good time. Don’t get me wrong, when I say good time, I mean party, having a laugh, not good time. *wink* Anyhow, we went in a fast food restaurant called “Faster’s”, bought 2 bottles of coke to mix with the rum we had. That was some pretty heavy rum, 73%. As we sat on a park bench, some people came by and when they heard that we don’t speak Estonian, they started a conversation. Questions like - where are you from, what’s your name, etc. There was a Brazilian dude, Polish dude, a dude from Kongo and an Estonian chick. So we ware like a superhero team, everyone from a different country. Later on, the Polish dude left with the Estonian girl, they were a couple. There were left only four of us - Kongo, Brazil… and us two. So we went to this club called “Atlantis”, but you have to pay to get in. We couldn’t decide if we want to spend any money, but while we were thinking, Kongo guy paid for us. Well, there was no way we were leaving. We went in, danced for a while, and then this crazy thing happened. Imagine a guy, standing on the other side of the dance room and throwing ice cubes at me. I wasn’t sure what it meant, I just kept dancing. But the dude won’t stop. And when I stopped dancing and looked at him, he showed me a gesture that meant “come over here”, but there was no way in hell I was going to go over there. He was old enough to be my dad! Actually, almost every guy who hit on us during the Tartu trip were old enough to be our dads. It is considered a student city, but I guess at summer it’s more of an old-dude paradise. Anyhow, the guy won’t quit throwing ice cubes at me and the guy from Kongo saw that and got pissed of after a while. He went over to that dude and pushed him, they almost started a fight. Well, don’t get me wrong, but all feminine being have a secret wish that someone would fight over or for them, but this was not what I could wish for. The creepy ice cube guy’s friend came to our Kongo dude and tried to break up the pushing competition. There was no fight, thankfully. That would be a mess. After we left, we met some guys who were at least 25, they gave us a bike to ride, but my friend was too drunk and she rode a while and then she fell. She’s alright, though. The night went pretty good, we met some interesting folks, it was nice. But when we finally decided it’s time to go home, we came across some guys who started to sing for us. I even shot a video. When they had finished their song (which was in Estonian), we told them we didn’t get a word. They laughed and told us what the song is about. It was something very cheesy, they called themselves “Estonian One Direction” or “Two Directions”. The night was really great, I was happy, yes, finally, I was happy. But for how long?