...to my room

 i was so excited i got it all to myself. so i went exploring and came back and their was two stinky sailors (or truck drivers who might as well be sailors) came to break my fantasy.  my only savior was sergio.  i later learned he was from st. petersburg and he just came back from a trip to germany to buy a vw pasat (it was cheaper and in better condition to ship it back then to buy it in russia. a good note for the future).  and we became fairy tale friends. not really. he just shared a bottle of whiskey with me. and for all those who just think russian drink vodka (dad). they don't.