These Walls Can Talk

So, I almost titled this post: "I have a vagina. Not a pussy. Not a snatch. A vagina." But then I realized people might read these posts at work, and titles are big, and not everyone's employer is down with edgy feminist thought that involves discussions of appropriate names for genitalia (relevant link). Had I given the post that title, however, it would have been ripped from this fine piece of graffiti:

I may have mentioned this before, but I love the graffiti here. Some of it is your typical anti-fascist sloganeering, but a lot of it is beautifully and hilariously rude,

and some of it is just downright creepy and beautiful.


I can't get enough.

Tonight I went to dinner with the lovely Roberto at a Serbian restaurant. I went for the "order the thing you can't translate" technique (Plejeskavica with Kajmak), which I've done frequently in foreign countries, to decidedly mixed results. The waiter asked if we'd like to split a salad. Normally I turn down the random waiter-suggested salads, but I figured that whatever I'd just ordered was probably a big plate of meat, so I got us the salad. Then my dish came, and I was shocked to find it was...a big plate of meat! Specifically, an IHOP pancake-sized sausage meat patty, sitting in a creamy sauce. It was fine, but I only ate about half, and I was so glad to have the tomato/cucumber/pepper salad, too.

After the meal, Roberto and I went a'wanderin', which was very lovely. Even with his mediocre English and my non-existent Italian, we managed to talk pretty smoothly. We wandered through the main plaza, down Trubarjeva cesta into a funky little almost-abandoned area, up the east side of Center, and into Metelkova mesto, where I got Roberto to bond with some of the wall art:

Since I seem to have only photographed Roberto at night, the blinding flash hasn't been especially flattering. But if you want to see hotter pictures, here are a few from Facebook.

I just showed Roberto the picture and said he said he looked weird because he was drunk. Then I reminded him we only got drunk after I took the picture. Jalla Jalla in Metelkova mesto is famed for their schnapps. Now, I've never had straight up schnapps before, just a little bit of peppermint in the hot chocolate (highly recommended during a cold New England winter), but that stuff is strong. Sweet (I had asked for honey, but I think I got cherry), but so, so strong. So after a tiny plastic cupful, we were both a little unsteady on our feet. He told me he was drunk, and I told him I'd protect him if any evil people tried to take advantage of him. The nice thing about a bit of a language barrier is you can be blatantly flirtatious and the other person doesn't notice. The annoying thing about a bit of a language barrier is you can be blatantly flirtatious and the other person doesn't notice.

Anyway, my parents are coming tomorrow! I'm very excited to see them. With my roommates, my parents, and Adam (the high school friend math nerd Adam, not to be confused with the law school friend math nerd Adam) coming Wednesday, suddenly I have a social life! How exciting.