Hair Affairs

I dyed my hair this weekend. Nothing drastic mind you, it's just a few shades lighter, more golden if you will. I like it, but it appears I'm the only one. Popular response to my "big" hair change has been rather disappointing.

Upon seeing me in the light of the dance club, my girlfriends gave me a collective: "Oh, you changed your hair. Why?"

Upon seeing me at school, my fellow english teacher said: "Oh, you changed your hair. Who made you do that? It's...strange. Not American."

Upon seeing me at our basketball game, my friend Roma said: "You colored your hair? It looked better darker."

Had I not basically been a blonde my entire life, I'd probably worry that I'd made a huge mistake. But, really, it wasn't until I came to Ukraine that my hair turned so dark and my skin so translucent. So my critics can just shove off...

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Last week, my friends and I drank the bottle of tequilla I brought back for them. To my great surprise, they really enjoyed it. I think it was the excitment of the process (salt lick, shot, lime) that they liked so much. They said they "loved" the tequilla but they sure made some awful faces as it went down.

Long after we finished our bottle of tequilla, we were still practicing "the tequilla process," only with vodka instead. All night long they were licking salt, taking the shot, and eating (not just sucking, eating, in its entirety) lime. It was really funny. I've joked with people that years from now, an anthropologist pursuing a doctorate at Harvard will be researching the odd vodka drinking "process" found Bar.

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I've kept myself rather busy since my return from states playing sports. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evenings I've been playing basketball. Thursday and Sunday evenings I've been playing volleyball. I've also been tutoring one of Yulia's friends in English. She's a sweet girl who just wants practice listening and speaking and I couldn't say no.

Tomorrow I'm going to Kiev to spend a few days studying Ukrainian language. I'll try to post some pictures from tequilla night while I'm there, but I can't promise anything.