Jeremy is in St Petersburg, Russia right now which means there were lots of Yakov Smirnoff** style jokes around the villa the last couple weeks. A disproportionate number of sentences have started with the words, ‘In Soviet Russia . . . ‘ I hope he’s not doing that now. Yakov Smirnoff aside, I don’t think the people of Russia probably care for those jokes very much.
Last night he saw a fireworks display to celebrate the defeat of the Nazis in WWII and he texted me the following: It kind of feels like I am in the middle of a communist rally, crossed with a protest march but with families and drunk people.
Jeremy’s always full of sensitive cultural observations. Tomorrow he goes to another town, Veliky Novgorod, apparently the drive can take anywhere from 2 – 8 hours depending on the state of the roads. Fingers are crossed that his travel time ends up being closer to 2 hours. I keep hoping he’ll get a driver like the one in Everything is Illuminated, but I know that sort of thing only really happens in books and movies. Plus that guy is busy with his band.
While he’s away, I’m eating nonvegetarian dinners and watching all the crap tv I want. Plus, you know, missing his stupid face a bunch. We had a friend visiting from the US last weekend so the house has gone from feeling slightly overfull to way too empty very quickly. Oliver and I are doing our best to keep things lively despite this, but he’s a cat and they aren’t much for talking so things will probably be pretty quiet until Saturday.
*This is not a Yakov Smirnoff joke, it’s a Kids in the Hall joke, specifically it is a line from a Gavin sketch that also features discussion of a bike race, chair painting and onions. And upon review I have discovered that it is actually England where you only get one spoon! I need to be more careful with my hoarded American spoons.
**Yes, I know he is technically Ukrainian, but his jokes refer to Russia so it’s okay