Should I write about my graduation?? Post some pictures??

Tuesday is my drinking day... or night, whatever you prefer.Yesterday was excactly a week from when I showed up at home in the middle of the night in quite an embarassing state. It's been a few years now since I have unintentionally made faces every time someone mentions rum, but that time I could not say no, it was a night of remembering the Old Times (and yes, I did just write it with capital letter, all grown-up and nostalgic as I am). I still don't know how my friend got to work the next day... This then was another week from the time when Cindy was still here and I took her out to a little sitting with beer and friends and which I still think might have been a bit weird for her, taking into consideration where this little meeting happened. However, I don't think there is actually much I can do to make Cindy think I'm any weirder that she already believes me to be :D Then yesterday was another one of those Tuesdays. Hanna got to Tln and was more than ready for a little drinking in a public place followed by a pub-tour and some beer. Ironically, a week before, while drinking the 'nice' rum, we had been discussing about the Estonians who desperately run after every foreigner in clubs and bars and this time, yesterday, I already had to see some of those people. I wasn't sure if I should be happy that an American was having fun in Estonia or I should be embarassed that those girls with him were Estonian. I don't know if our conversation was any better, but yelling your great (or well...) phylosophical (??) discussion about being friends with your ex all over the bar was not the most intelligent or charming thing I had ever heard. Or a reason to let a hideous half grey-haired (at least English-speaking) tourist have his hands all over you. The night ended well however with a hamburger on the main square (couldn't have been anything more typical).

Now I don't know if I should cry or accept the facts, but weather forecast said that there is more chance for a dry day on 23rd than for a warm day. Who doesn't know - on 23rd it always rains! During my lifetime I don't remember a singe year when it didn't and neither does my grandma. I'm not so sure how well it is with her memory though, but you get the point.. Still, at the moment it seems we'll spend that day in my country-side with a few friends, but I'll see how that works out. Still haven't been good and responsible enough to find a host for Amsterdam, wash the coridor and switch on the dish washer. I'm living just with my dad now for a while and the way we distribute the work is well, if nothing else then just random.