One Foot Out the Door

Right, so the boss has still managed to piss me off a bit and I had a go at her today about it (good natured, so she didn't realise just how furious I was, but I have drawn attention to the fact that what she sent was inappropriate considering the amount of work that I'd put in over the last week and a bit).

I'd spent 6+ hours planning for this class today where the lady from Kratorium came in to watch. I sent it off to her on Monday at about 11pm. I get up Tuesday morning, spend about two hours planning lessons and hand making materials for the Thursday lesson. I get online, check my email and find this:

"Sheena, I'd really like you to work harder" and there were attachments of Agnes' lesson plans. She wanted me to redo the lesson plan so that it looked more like Agnes'. Again there was no please or thank you. I was furious. Work harder?! How much harder could I bloody well work? Cue much swearing and opening of programs on my laptop to start re-writing the lesson plan. I finally got it in to her about 3am that next morning.

What my boss keeps forgetting is that I don't have a background in education like Agnes does. She's got a Bachelor of Education and spent two years or more teaching at schools in America. I've BA and a four week CELTA course...and lesson plans were never my strong point. I don't really get how to write them. I can teach no problems, and I know what I want to do, but all the really complex stuff just goes right over my head. Telling me "Write a lesson plan by X date" doesn't really help me. Give me an example and I can do it, but just telling me you want a lesson plan by Monday is not helpful at all!

Also the constant coming up to me and going "the lesson must be lively and full of movement" nearly every single time you see me is just going to drive me around the bend. Today, when she asked me if I was nervous, I just snapped at her with a "No, fed up and glad that it will be all over soon, but not nervous"... she just assumed I was nervous 'cause I don't usually snap at her.

... and she made two of my youngest students cry today in front of the whole class and I don't know why. She's on my shit-list for that. You don't make my students cry and not tell me why *scowls*. Especially not the two 7 year olds. I was thankfully able to get them laughing and smiling again once she left (thank goodness for silly lesson songs and random games + Sheena acting like an idiot).

Oh, and one of the kids announced today that his English has really improved. He used to get 4's at school (barely passing), he's now getting 6's (which are the highest mark you can get). I feel so proud right now ^________^.

So, the lady sat in on my lesson today. Group I, my least behaved class. I was worried because of this. 3 the students didn't turn up, but 9 did...

... it was actually a really, really good lesson. My boss shook my hand as she left and told me that it was a good lesson. The best she'd ever seen me give. The lady from Kratorium loved the lesson and hugged me when she left for the evening! And from the sounds of it she couldn't stop talking about the lesson the rest of the time she was there O.o.

Other good news:

I'm going to PARIS at Easter!!!!! It's all booked. I'm going to see one of my old workmates from China on the 10th, go to Eurodisney another day...and guess what? randybaggins will be in Paris at the exact same time as me!!!!!. We'd joked about this when I first got a job in Europe, but I thought it was just a joke.

Nope, she's coming to Paris! I can't wait!

So, I did something new on Friday night. I went sleigh riding through the Polish forest in -11C weather with a thick layer of snow all around. Cold as all get-go, but I had an absolute ball! And it was a relatively clear night so the stars were out and all shiny (except when we went through patches of fog).

I finally understand Jingle Bells. The horses had bells on their harnesses.

Woke up Friday morning to my mobile ringing. Agnes was calling me to ask if I wanted to go sleigh riding that night followed by a bonfire dinner. This is the sort of experience I'll never be able to get in Australia (I've done the 12 oxen cart thingy at the Petrie markets back home, but we don't really have the weather for sleighs). Of course I said "Hell yes!".

After work (I don't usually work on Fridays, but my boss asked me to work for her this Friday) we dashed back to her place to pick up her husband and then drove out to the forest (don't ask me where. It was dark and everything looks the same in the snow). It took us a while to find the place, but in the end we found it (the sleigh kinda was a dead giveaway). It was this old Polish farm which looked really really cool, especially in the snow (I have pictures, but there was a lot of moisture in the air so the flash kinda reflected off it a bit), but that place was amazing! If I had to describe it in one word I'd probably use the word 'rustic'.

The sleigh was big enough to fit 10 people in it comfortably and it was made of wood. No-one really spoke English except for Agnes and her hubby (some of the women were able to go "Sheena! Dance with us!" but that's about it). There were a few Ukranians (who spoke Polish) and the rest were Polish.

So, into the sleigh we get and off we go. It doesn't take long for them to break out the shot glasses and the vodka. They start passing the glasses around and doing vodka shots while we're going through the forest. I seemed to be a favourite victim of theirs. I've discovered that I don't really like normal, straight vodka (that stuff burns on the way down! They thought it was funny when I started coughing after my first shot), but they had this honey vodka there which was very nice.

Every now and then the driver would stop, give a little chat about where we were and give them time to do a round of shots without the bouncing of the sleigh. They handed the driver a can of beer at one point and it was quite odd to see him driving with one hand and drinking in the other. Another time they handed him a vodka shot.

The forest at night in the middle of winter is magic! Snow is clinging to everything and just looks amazing! Our only real light was the stars and these two flame torch thingies that the driver had the guys at the back of the sleigh hold.

The most interesting thing was going under branches just as they decided to dump their load of snow *laughs*. Snow cold! Thankfully there some of the people had bought blankets that they spread out over the laps of everyone. I'm greatful for those, I don't think I would've enjoyed it nearly as much without the warmth of the blankets.

About halfway through the sleigh ride the driver stops at this little pub/shop in the middle of the forest! (seriously, there was nothing else for miles around!). All the women made a beeline for these pipes going along the wall. They were the central heating pipes. We all hugged ourselves to them for the 10 minutes or so we were there. They were warm!

The vodka shots didn't stop when we were at the pub. Oh, no! They bought the bottles of vodka and the shot glasses into the pub with them (and I've a sneaking suspicion that one of them bought another couple of bottles of vodka for later).

Oh, I've never seen horses steam before, but I did that night when they stopped at the pub. Masses of steam just rising off the horses.

One thing I forgot to mention about this trip is the singing. I heard many, many Polish drinking songs on that sleigh ride. Starting from the second we got in. They were constantly singing during that trip *laughs*. They even got me to sing something (the first verse of a sea shanty that I know really well).

We hit a flat bit of land eventually and the driver got the horses up into a run (can't remember the word for it right now) and that was fun!, cold, but fun!

Finally we got back to the farm and we all piled out of the sleigh and watched as they put the horses away in the stables (one of the horses pulling us had a foal and we all got to see it. It was so cute!). The driver showed off the other horses that he had and they were all so big!.

Then it was time for the bonfire. We all trouped across the road to this little hut/tent thing set up in the backyard of the farmhouse. There was a fire and this grill thing hanging from a chain over the fire. We put sausages (and bread) on the grill and lowered it down over the fire to cook ('twas nummy!). The driver bought in a cd player and a cd of Polish pop music and there was a lot of dancing and general silliness going on (especially as the night got later). Yes, the vodka kept coming, too. I seriously think they were playing 'get the Aussie drunk'.

Don't ask me how many shots I had. I lost count after about 6. I know I had a lot.

One of the Ukrainian guys got a little silly and started pole dancing. I kid you not! Swinging himself around the pole and stuff like that (he also, I think, was flirting with me much later. He gave up on it and dragged me out to start dancing. Lots of spinning and twirling). He missed at one point, knocked the last of the sausages and bread off the grill and landed flat on his back about 2 inches from the fire.

Idiot.

It didn't stop him, though, he was up and doing it again.

Idiot.

Another of the Ukrainian guys came up, did the whole vodka shot thing with me, the scooped me up bridal style and spun me around a couple of times....

..Yeah, I haven't quite figured what that was all about yet.

About this point the girls were going "Sheena, come dance with us!". Dancing involved going round and round the fire holding hands with everyone else in time to the music (there was a lot of shrieking and laughing going on). Then, when there was only four of us left, they linked arms and just started bopping from side to side while standing in place (also in time to the music. *bop to the left for four counts. Hold. Bop to the right for four counts. Hold. Repeat*

I had fun! I couldn't understand a word of what was going on around me but they didn't ignore me. They made sure that they included me in everything and made sure I felt like I was a part of what was going on *grins* Even if they did try to get me drunk.

The world was doing interesting spinning things by the time I got home. I don't really remember getting into bed, but I found a trail of clothes leading from the front door to my bed when I woke up the next morning. I was sleeping wrong way around, using the doona as my pillow while my feet were stuffed under my actual pillow. I woke up about 7am and the world was still spinning so I went back to sleep until about 2pm (probably slept through the worst of my hangover, too).

Miracle of miracles, I actually remembered to lock my door!

Oh, and I reeked of wood smoke. At first I thought my headache was from the vodka, but after drinking a gallon of water and eating breakfast it was still there. I had a headache for most of the day. Panadol and ibuprofen wouldn't shift it. By the time night rolled around I thought it might be from lack of food, but food didn't shift it. You know what did? A shower. I think the woodsmoke was giving me the headache 'cause as soon as the smell was out of my hair the headache went away.

But that was my Friday night ^__^

Okay, I totally embarrassed myself walking across to the shops today. I keep forgetting not to walk on snow that's been walked over countless times by hundreds of people.

It is of the slippery.

Now, normally they sand the snow (which is literally getting handfuls of sand/dirt/gritty stuff and scattering it across wherever people are going to walk). This seems to stop people from stacking it for the most part. Some wonderful person forgot to sand the walkway out the front of RAST today. It snowed last night and people have been walking across it all day. It's on a slope, too.

Cue Sheena's feet skidding out from underneath her suddenly, legs going flying up over her head, landing hard on her arse (and hands slamming hard down onto the snow/pavement/ice) and sliding about 2m down the walkway.

Owie.

My arse hurts right now. I bet there's a bruise.

At least I didn't smack my head on the concrete. That would've really hurt.

In other news I got out of the house and the town for a bit yesterday. I hopped a bus to Olsztyn. I didn't really do much as there's nothing really on at the cinemas that I want to see so I just wandered around my usual haunts for a while and had lunch at KFC at about 1pm and then caught a bus back to Mragowo. Nothing really exciting but it was great to get out for a while. I haven't been further than the store (which is across the road) in about 2 1/2 weeks!

I also did a couple of things in Mragowo before I headed back to the flat. First off a quick visit to Rossman for essentials like shampoo, conditioner (RAST doesn't stock the one that I use), deoderant, a scented candle to burn in the flat, and a small, cheap travel hair dryer (19zl. I finally decided that sitting up until all hours waiting for my hair to dry was a bad idea after washing my hair on Sunday night and then having troubles keeping my eyes open while waiting for my hair to dry).

I did something to my right calf while I was out. Probably pulled something when I was racing to get to the bus yesterday morning. Or on the footpaths in Olsztyn or Mragowo. Walking in Poland is hazardous sometimes.

Sheena is currently slow and gimpy when she walks *pulls a face*

I was exhausted by the time I got home. Energy levels still aren't up to where they were before I got sick. It's probably going to take me a while to get back to where I was before that happend. I'm still walking much slower than I used to as well. Walking fast makes me cough. My legs were aching like you wouldn't believe, too.

I might go and see Valkyrie on Saturday. I'm not much of a Tom Cruise fan, but it's about a plot that actually happened about 20minutes away from me in the next town across; Ketzryn (Okay, it's a little bit out of Ketzryn, but you can base yourself there and visit). Yep, I live near the Wolf's Lair. I'm going to go and visit it when it warms up a little bit. I'll take pictures.

*Checks movie timetable* Er, Nope. Scratch that. The only thing playing on Saturday is some sort of 3D thing for Valentines day. No thanks. As I neither have a boyfriend or speak Polish I'll stay home. I'll see it Friday next week instead.

Also, I have some more Rome pictures up in my online photo album: (LOOKIT THE PICCIES!!!)

Also, I really need to keep away from Amazon.com *laughs*. I went and bought myself three things: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull paperback novel, Transformers Movie Sequel: Reign of Starscream, and Transformers Movie Prequel: Saga of the Allspark.

I really, really wanted to get Alliance and Defiance (Ratchet = FTW!!!! <3. Fannon grouchy Ratchet now appears to be Canon *grins*), but they're part of a series and I'd rather wait until all of them are out and get them together in one book like I am with Reign of Starscream.

*EDIT* I swear, it sounds like my neighbours (the ones above me) have got hold of a pogo stick and are currently bouncing about on it indoors.

Oooh... and did you know they're making a Thundercats movie?! It's due out next year and it's going to be CGI.

Also, they're going to make another Phantom (as in Ghost Who Walks, not creepy guy in a half mask with a heroine that I just want to slap) movie! *squees and bounces*. Okay, the first one wasn't the greatest movie ever, but they made most of it in my home town (Brisbane and also at Movieworld on the Gold Coast) so I love sitting there and spotting all the places that are familiar to me. Also, it's Phantom! I loved that comic book! It used to be the one comic book that I'd collect as a kid.

*coughs hacks wheezes sniffles*

This is the second time he's coughed all over me and the second time I've come down with something.

I pretty much slept most of today. Woke up at 3am with the sorest back, joints and muscles. I made myself some toast, took some full strength Panadol and am currently drinking a hot chocolate while I wait for the Panadol to kick in. I feel like utter shite right now.

Could someone explain to me exactly why we have wisdom teeth? And why they don't come out until we're older?

Someone?

Anyone?

*rubs her jaw* I currently can't chew on my right side 'cause the tooth on my lower right side has decided to be an arse this week. A couple of weeks ago it was the lower left hand side. The week before that it was the upper right one.

Thankfully the upper right is pretty much completely grown in.

Unfortunately lower left and right are still growing in and upper left hasn't even started to come up yet.

I really need to get to the dentist and get them checked, but I'm trying to hold out until I get back to Australia in June (don't trust a dentist that I can't communicate with).

At least I now know why babies get so cranky when they're teething. This hurts like hell!.

In other news, that fic snippet that I posted? Finished and up on my icon/fic lj.

Title: In Reverse
Rating: PG
'Verse: Transformers 2007 Movie
Author: Saffiter
Characters: Sam Witwicky, Ironhide, mentions of Constructicons
Warnings: One mention of sex in regards to chickens.
Summary: They had been feared enemies. Now all one had to do was utter one word. One simple little, single syllable word...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformer franchise. I'm just playing in the sandbox. I promise to put them back in the same shape they were when I found them.
Notes: The original idea came from the tf_bunny_farm. The bunny was from kirin_saga.


(They had once been feared)

Today is apparently a big Polish celebration thingy (yes, another one. They have a lot of them). It's the feast of St. Andzrej, or St. Andrew in English. One of my private students, Marzena, was trying to explain it to me the other day, but I didn't quite twig onto what she was talking about (She was talking about wax and keys and wax keys and witches and dripping wax into a cup full of water and I got thoroughly confused *laughs*).

Background information here. The Poles don't actually celebrate their birthday after a certain age. They celebrate their Nameday. The day that the Polish saint they share their name with has their celebration. So, anyone called Andzrej will celebrate their nameday on the 29th of November. Some Namedays are bigger than others. Andzrejki is one of the really big ones. They have balls, parties and celebrations for it. For example getting wax keys and dripping the wax into water to get your fortune told. (On a side note, F group gave me the Polish name Mariszka which is some variation of Marie, my middle name. I think because 'Sheena' sounds very close to szynka, ham).

So, I got to class yesterday and my eight year olds were really, really excited about something. I had a deck of cards shoved under my nose and my wrist grabbed by another. They then mimed taking a card (using me as a puppet). I take one and get "NO, THREE!!!!" yelled rather loudly in my ear by Ola (Ola doesn't have an inside voice. She has loud, and she has shrieking). So, I take three cards and get completely baffled when Zuzanna snatches the cards off me, flips them face up, and then points going "No, No, Yes *shrug* No".

Me:....wha?
Students: Start this convoluted explanation, mainly in Polish but with a few random English words thrown in (I'm so proud. They didn't known any English back in September).
Me:.... still not getting it guys. *thinks and then starts motioning them to follow me* Come with me! *drags them into the office and get them to explain it to Agnes*

(Looks up at her ceiling...WTF are the people above me doing? They sound like a heard of elephants!)

Turns out they wanted to tell me my fortune. You pull three cards out at random. Red means yes, black means no. Get more reds than blacks and whatever you wish for will come true. So, they told me my fortune, told each other their fortunes (using as much English as they knew interspersed with lots of Polish, handwaving, and 'Green'Blackboard drawing) and then told me all about how "Big dog, and big dog is small dog!" and then proceeded to draw two dogs kissing on the board with an equals sign and a small dog. They now know that a baby dog is called a 'puppy'.

Mateusz then said something to them about a contract and I heard my name mentioned and the students looked horrified. It took a bit of work, lots of drawing on the board (Bartosz #1 is surprisingly good at snap drawings that make sense) but I found out that Mateusz had told them that I was going back to Australia when my contract was up. They really don't want me to go. I had to reassure them that I wasn't leaving until June (and there's no way I'm staying for another year, but I'm not telling them that. They'd never let me leave the classroom). The only way Mateusz could've known that was from his sister (I teach his Magdalena, his sister in my high beginner teenager class).

Oh, and Bartosz #2, the one who used to go from little sweetheart to psycho stabbing boy in the blink of an eye, has turned clingy. He'll come up to me while I'm working with one of the other kids and just lean up against me. Or, if I'm working with him, he leans up against my side while I'm going over stuff... o.O. At least he's not trying to stab me with a pen or yank my hair out anymore. And he's started trying to do the work (as opposed to before where he'd just sit there and not try..and then attempt to stab me with a pencil when I walked past him).

'I' group behaved themselves (for the most part) as well. We were doing the first conditional, always fun.

'J' Group had a unit test. I walked in with a cup of coffee (I usually drink tea, but this was instant cupaccino and didn't have much caffeine in it. Besides, I was going to spend the whole lesson doing filing/paperwork. I needed it to stay awake). I can't quite remember exactly what we were talking about, but the general conversation went something like this:

Jarek: Sheena, can you hand me that shit of paper, please.
Class: *cracks up laughing*
Me: Um, I think you mean the sheet of paper
Jarek: That's what I said!
Me: No, you said "Shit of paper"
Jarek: Oh, what's the difference?
Me: *proceedes to explain the pronunciations differences between sheet and shit*
Jarek: oooooh, so it's like 'beach' and 'bitch'.
Me: Yup. *walks into the office to grab something*
Boss: What were you talking about in there? We could hear you!
Me: Pronunciation of 'sheet' and 'beach' *thinking 'please don't yell at me for swearing in the classroom'*
Boss: Good! Those are important things to know. *goes on about how the slightest difference can mean the person is swearing when they don't actually mean to*
Me: Oookay... I have to get back to class now.

I get back the classroom, give them their tests an then proceed to watch them go from overconfident body language to this 'Oh, my god, what the hell is this?!?!' slouched position. They told me later that I killed them with that test. Personally, I think they thought this one would be a cake-walk after the first test and didn't study as much as what they could have.

But, that was my thursday. Interesting enough to post. I've been invited to Agnieszka's place for a party on Sunday. I have to bring a plate of food. I'm going to make a salad. Agnieszka is a Polish English teacher at the local high school (as opposed to Agnes, who is my co-worker at LEKTOR). She's fascinated with my Australian accent and can't believe how many glottal stops we use. She's apparently inviting a whole heap of English teachers. It'll be nice to meet some people outside of LEKTOR that I can actually talk to. My social circle is tiny right now. Agnes, Agneiszka, Lucja (the boss) and that's it. They're all I can really communicate with. I miss my Chinese social circle (good news is that I'm visiting one of them in Paris in April. It'll be good to see her).

( My Dragons )

I braved the cold tonight and wandered down (about 10pm) to take pictures of the cemetary. I wasn't going to, but Agnes messeged me and told me that it looked amazing and that, since this is my last Day of the Dead in Poland, I really should go and take some photos. So, off I went, bundled up in a couple of jumpers and my scarf and took some pictures of the cemetary. I've got quite a few, but this is the only one that's ready for posting.

Agnes was right. While it was absolutely freezing outside there was a rather heavy fog which made everything twice as eerie as it would've been if there was no fog.



This is only a tiny section of the cemetary. This thing is pretty big, on both sides of the road, and has been going since about 1780 or something like that. Possibly even earlier (as I know the other side of the road is way older.

( My Dragons )

... Polish Fire Drills.

Seriously, I do. Not only do I get out of class for 20 minutes to 30 minutes (and that's always a good thing when you've got a class you despise), but when they decide to have a fire drill, they decide to have a fire drill!

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I got into work today at about 3:15pm (I start at 3:30 and just couldn't be arsed leaving home 'cause it was cold, wet and windy). Lucja was already there and I didn't even have time to get my jacket off before she was going "Sheena, your students must have their jackets on the back of their chairs today. There will be a fire drill at around 4"

Me: Okay *thinking SWEET!! It's with F group. I hate F group.

So, I wander into the classroom and tell them to put their jackets on the back of their chairs 'cause there was going to be a fire drill.. they managed to work out what I wanted them to do and why between them.

I was thinking the fire drill was going to be like the ones I had back home in Australia when I was at school... nope, not even close!

Anyway, I'm teaching the class and the kids wanted me to take them outside before the alarm actually went off (which kinda defeats the purpose of the fire drill, really, but there you have it). I had to keep going "NO! We have to wait until we hear *taps her ear* the alarm".

I was so glad when that alarm went off. I was just about ready to strangle some of those kids.

So, alarm goes off and I manage to hear it before the kids do o.O (which is scary 'cause I was up the front of the classroom right next to the CD player and it was turned right up).

*ALARM*
Me: Okay, people. Let's go. Get your jackets and line up at the door.
*students chatter excitedly and take their sweet time doing their jackets up*
Me:*shoving students out the door with their jackets half on* Talk and zip people, we have to move!. Do you want to burn to death?

....surprisingly they got that I wanted them to do their jackets up while they were walking down the hall.

We get down to the entryway and there's what looks like smoke billowing down another hallway! Thankfully I've been in enough theatre/dance productions to know what a smoke machine smells like.

Outside is cold, windy and slightly wet but we were being shooed towards the basketball courts off to the side of the building. Cue people diving out the ground floor windows in front of us. They hadn't told the student residents that there was going to be a drill (Lektor hires two classrooms and an office off one of the local public boarding schools) so I'd say they'd opened their doors, saw the smoke and thought 'Nuh-uh... not going that way.... window!!!' and promptly dove out the nearest window.

It was quite fun to watch people leaping out of windows like that and it certainly kept the kids entertained.

THEN The fire engine comes haring down the road and skids into the carpark (cue more people diving out of windows). Firefighters get out and do their thing and then another fire engine comes screaming in. This one nearly took out students as it drives across the court and to the opposite side of the building.

Aparently there were students stuck on a second floor balcony. The other fire engine was to help get the kids/students/teenagers/whatever down from there (note: I was looking at the balcony and rolling my eyes at the kids. They could've jumped it easily... well, maybe they couldn't, but I would've jumped it). Out comes the ladder and I got to watch the fire fighters help the students down the ladder to the ground (I swear the fire fighter on the ladder was copping a feel of the girls butt as she came down. That's what it looked like, anyway).

Unfortunately Lucja decided it was time for us to go back into the classrooms *sigh I could've quite happily stayed out there for the rest of the lesson.

So, I love Polish Fire drills.

My final thoughts on the matter: Thank god it wasn't snowing!



My Dragons (in various stages of growth)


{{ Aishaya}} {{ Timid Wanderer}}

... that Olsztyn has a nightclub/disco in the walls of the castle?

No? 

Well, neither did I until we went Clubbing on Saturday night.

About a week ago Agnes called me up and asked me if I wanted to go out  dancing on Saturday night to Olsztyn and spend the night at her cousins house. I agreed to go. So, cue me on Saturday running about trying to find something in my wardrobe that could pass as anything remotely clubbing like. Thankfully I remembered a nice top that I'd bought last year in Scotch & Soda on one of our impromptu shopping trips (this same trip saw me buy a pair of gorgeous trousers...that proceeded to rip in the butt the first time I went dancing in them... -_-;; so embarrassing! Thank god for skin tone undies! TMI, I know). I have a dark pair of jeans with nice embroidery on the back pockets and I bought some pretty-shiny necklaces and funky-dangly earrings with me when I came back over here.

Thankfully my work shoes could double as clubbing shoes (they look like something like a cross between character shoes and 1920's flapper heels *grins* I wuvs them!)

So, 6pm we (Myself, Agnes, her husband and her brother-in-law - he whose name I cannot spell let alone pronounce) all piled into Agnes' 4WD (SUV, whatever) and started the hour drive to Olsztyn. We were headed to her cousins place somewhere near Stare Miasto (the old town).  She had a rather large flat/apartment/place that we were going to crash in (I got my own room and fold out couch - which is more comfortable than the fold out couches I sleep on here in Mragowo).

Before we went clubbing we all headed to a restaurant to have some dinner. We ended up having Italian in Stare Miasto (they had an English menu! w00t! I didn't have to try and figure it out or hand it to Agnes to translate) and they all found my reaction to what Agnes did with her beer quite funny. She put juice in it!! Raspberry juice. It didn't taste like beer after she did that.

First club was kinda blah. Underground somewhere in Stare Miasto and...well, it was mostly full of beautiful people that wanted to be seen and not dance... and creepy staring guy (who would not stop staring at me the whole time we where there. He was more than a little drunk and just...creepy). We stayed for a while, tried dancing but the music was pretty crap, and then decided to leave (I think me dozing off in the corner despite the really loud music might've factored into the decision to leave). I did get to try a Tequila Sunrise. Okay, wouldn't probably get it again on my own, but if it was my only option I'd drink it. Pretty drink, though.

Cousin and Brother-in-law wandered off for about an hour to goodness knows where. I found out later they'd gone to try and find a better club. I was dragged out of the rather comfy chair (which might've been half my reason for dozing off), handed my jacket, and out into the cold we went.

Note: Cobblestones and high heels do not a good combination make. Us girls were linking arms and the ones on the end were clinging to the guys to help us keep our balance. I nearly went down twice on the walk to the next club.

Next club was in the castle walls! Seriously! It was so cool! The music was great (So loud you could feel the bass rattling your bones), you could barely move on the dance floor there were that many people, and the drinks weren't as expensive as the last place.

I got myself a Kamikaze to drink.

My reaction when I saw it: 

o.O

O.o

O.O...

'"That's very...blue.... is it radioactive?"

Had any of my friends who are into Transformers been there I probably would've held it up and quipped something like "Hey, look guys! Movieverse Energon!"

Yeah, it was that blue! I swear it had its' own glow (could've been the lights). It was really, really, really sweet.

We must've spent a couple of hours there. I danced most of the time... and had the unusual experience of someone getting me to move by shoving their hand halfway down the back of my jeans and lifting me to one side O.O

It was hot inside the club, but there was a door open leading out into the lower walls of the castle. I'd retreat out there every now and then.  Got approached by this Polish guy (he did the sort of *flick*flick* thing with his eyes as I walked past and then came up when I stopped nearby to get some air).

Guy: *says something in Polish* (I'm rather suspecting that it might've been a Polish pick up line)
Me: I'm sorry, I don't speak Polish.
Guy: You speak English?
Me: Ye~es
Guy: Excellent! *claps and then proceeds to talk my ear off for ten minutes, spitting while he talks*

Then his two friends come over, do the same *flick*flick* thing with there eyes, grin, say something to their friend. He introduces all of us (meanwhile I'm trying to think up and excuse to get out of there) and they settle around me on the stairs.

Agnes saved me *grins* She was heading back to her cousins flat and I used the chance to escape. She said to me later that I looked like I was holding court with the guys.

Next morning before driving back to Mragowo we stopped off at this store called Macro. It's like this wholesale warehouse for business owners. You have to have a membership card to get inside. Andrzej, Agnes' husband, has one. So we headed in there to do a little bit of shopping. I got myself a new pair of runners as the ones I had I can't wear (toes are not supposed to bleed like that! I have visable blood stains on the outside of the right shoe). I'm quite happy with my new shoes. They're quite comfortable.

And, that's what Sheena got up to this weekend ^____^