Doubleween

Today on my morning run, I had an epiphany that really helped put Greeks in perspective for me. You see, there are these two aspects about their behavior that I found irreconcilable until now. On the one hand, Greeks don't have our Anglo-Nordic personal space issues, which makes for a lot less UNcomfortable elevator and subway rides (although I still can't get used to the shouting and close-talking). At the same time, whenever there is plenty of space, they take up as much room as possible, so that, for instance, one has the greatest of difficulties passing someone on the sidewalk, because heavan forbid they walk in a straight line or not swing their arms/shopping bags/hair nets.

And that's when it hit me: Greeks (and their Mediterranean brothers) are like gas particles in the ethno-atomic universe. They can fit into any size container, no matter how small, but when you give them more space, they take it all up and bounce all over the place! Contrast that with Germans, clearly solids, who will always organize themselves in a crystalline-structure. I guess everyone in between is liquid? As for plasma, although I've never been to India, I hear it's pritty crazy dah. Anyways, that was for all you physisisicists out there.

Hey, remember when I used to write poems and songs on my blog? That was awesome!

Halloween is, the Festival of Frights!
And when it's on a Friday we have two drunken Nights!

--Ok, stop, stop! Sorry, I can't do this. Adam Sandler used to be funny but now he's just a creep. Let's see....I've done lyrics, iambic pentameter, Bohemian Rhapsody...I feel like someone trying to buy a Halloween costume in Greece! There are like 3 options and they're all taken!

I know! I'll play word association game...with myself!!! Here's how it works: I'll say a word, and then whichever picture from Halloween comes to mind, that's what I'll show. Ok, ready?





Glorious













Acculturation















Clockworkorangerific!













Hummusguacamoltastic!












So that was the first night, and for the second night...I failed to take any pictures because I was having so much fun. I know, that sounds like one of my patented-sarcastic remarks, but the American School party was actually a dance orgy masked as an archaeological ball (fitting, I know). And unsurprisingly, when there are moves to be busted, my camera takes a back seat. But everyone else took tons of pictures, so if they post them maybe I'll put a link up. And finally, the highlight of the night:

Seeing my costume, this dumb Brit (redundant) came up and asked if I was a mime. He then outdid his inanity by admitting that if I were (which i most certainly was not!), he was going to ask me to "mimic the color yellow." Clever. And original. Anyways, the highlight was not that, but in fact when said Brit passed out in the middle of the floor later. The end.