island songs, window sills, drunks and was that what i think it was

1. I honestly thought Tallinn would be more friendly than Riga for several reasons, but today I've encountered more drunk assholes than in the cheap (and cancelled) summer festival I went to in 2009, where the only people not drunk were the people smoking weed.

2. Today I had one of the moments that nobody else can know about - and these moments are piling up and I don't like to forget and I don't to update the paper diary. If all those moments happened to me on the same day, I'd be sent to jail just in case, because the sum would be so discrediting, though technically not illegal.

3. My weekend is reserved for schoolwork. However, since I know it's the last day to relax before impending concerts and writing and working and exams and travels and so on, I accidentally stretched Friday 3 hours into Saturday.

4. It might not look obvious, but I like the Lithuanian family that I can't communicate with in my apartment. They like how I play the guitar behind the wall, I like how they feed me, holy shit, I hadn't had proper Baltic food in a long time. Lido has price issues, overdone quality and the table cleaning girl wears a parody of a national dress with ugly socks and a "Chinese" tattoo above them (and I really hope that's a menu for the restaurant she worked at before Lido). Living Room at least provides some friendliness, but the specials are always pasta with fancy cheeses and rucola. Tastes great, but today's potatoes, cutlets and borscht just kicked up memories of a better life, when meat was a daily treat, clouds of fat rained large drops of sour cream and potatoes appeared on the plate without the ritual of watching South Park while peeling them.

Too bad for my stubbornness, should have gone to Latvia earlier, can't go tomorrow night.

And then, as another parade of Finnish/Estonian/Russian drunks goes by my window, at 3:08 on a Saturday, I realize how important food is.

Here's me being all high.