i'z in moscow
slumminz it at holiday innz
... where there is no terry cloth bathrobe, no emblazoned set of toiletries, no bottled mineral water, and - worst of all - no soundproofing.
I can hear every single word the Russians next door are saying. Now if only I spoke Russian, I could blackmail them.
Moscow is amazing. Glamourous, late-partying, high-rollin' - indeed, dead trendy, as my boss would say. I am very impressed.
Of course this means I will write the most critical article possible.
Russian vodka is deadly. I disclaim liability for anything I might have done in the last two hours.
posted by zyn ::
2:41 AM ::
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