You know you've been in Russia too long when you walk down the street on a snowy day, eating an ice cream bar, and thinking nothing of it. And when you're surprised for a second when an American friend thinks you're high-class for eating caviar. After all, it's just this stuff you get for $2/jar at the little market across the street, isn't it?

I really should think of an entire list... it won't be difficult!


Three guys from my program just had the shit beat out of them by some soccer hooligans. They were trying to get into some club at 3:30 am on Friday night, and apparently had some sort of run in with face control. Face control is what most Russian clubs have -- it's basically some guys out front who decide if you're attractive enough to enter. Obviously, the guys who attacked them were horrible people, but I can't help but wonder what exactly happened. Eh, I just hope their faces recover.