Working For The Weekend

In addition to having to get used to the fact that there are no nightclubs full of barely-legal Russian chicks, I have to adjust to the fact that the "weekend" here is actually Thursday and Friday.

Somehow the brain still keeps insisting that one's days off are Saturday and Sunday, and substitutes those words as such.

How was my weekend?

Went to a colleagues house -- guy I used to work with in Russia -- and had some of his home-made wine (first alcohol in five weeks) and BLT sandwiches made with the bacon he smuggled back in here from Canada. Then we took a ride on mountain bikes down the beach road.

That qualifies as a pretty wild weekend around these parts, I think.