Okay, how much fun was it to show the city to people who's been here once but close to 40 years ago? Oodles of totally unexpected fun! Couple of mom's friends were in Minsk on their way from Moscow (him a long-retired FSB officer, her a retired English teacher) and I spent almst the entire day with them and enjoyed the hell out of every minute.
It's strange to realize when I think about it, that the last time they were here, I haven't even been born. They remembered some things that I have no way of knowing, at the same time marveling at the changes: it's a strange and cool feeling I guess - looking at something familiar but not really familiar. The weather was kind - just one timy bit of rain during the entire day, and my legs and feet ache like bitches now after all the walking, walking, walking... but it was worth it.
After that I had an 1,5 hour to kill before the start of my German lesson, so I went to see
Bangkok Dangerous, or
( The story of amazingly incompetent hired assassin )Totally unrelated to the previous matters, but why do people who are passionately obsessed about real life celebrities creep me right out? I was given a link to one of lj communities recently, and on the top of it with the headline "Classy vs. Trashy" were photos of 4 chicks (one of them was Keira Knightley, dunno who the hell the rest were, presumably actresses too). The thing had close to 200 comments the moment I arrived. I felt unclean. I mean people really spend time and effort to decide who looks classy and why? And compose long posts with photos to ridicule some actress or another? And then discuss those posts? What the fuck it matters anyway? What's the point?
I mean yeah, with my tennis fetish I'm the fine one to talk. I'm perusing Yahoo!Photos, personal sites, blogs, messageboards, fishing out bits of info obsessing over draws, calendars and head-to-heads. In this journal, I rarely ever post an entry not tagged "tennis". Somehow I feel it's not the same though - or is it? Am I just deluding myself?