Written 9/26:
Saturday was my Albanian friend Ingrid’s birthday. All of the orchestra members who live in our building (I think there are nine of us) went up to one of the apartments to celebrate. It started off a little awkwardly, with everyone politely sitting around the living room, but ended up being quite a party!!! The Albanian girls cooked some delicious food, including a vegetarian potato salad so that I could eat with everyone. Apparently, people eat potato salad in the Balkans that it very similar to American potato salad (potatoes, mayonnaise, some other crunchy veggies, sometimes meat), but it is usually popular around Christmas and New Year’s rather than in the summer. At some point during the party (I was on the balcony, so I missed when exactly this happened), the neighbor from across the hall crashed out party. A drunk, elderly, toothless, Bosnian man, who loved to dance! Matt, Sara, Ingrid, and a few others danced with our uninvited guest, (trying to keep a foot of two of separation, haha) and I got some funny videos, which I may use for blackmail, muah ha ha. The elderly man kept going home and coming back wearing less and less clothing as the night went on, until he was only in his boxers and undershirt. At this point, Sara and I decided to call it a night! We knew we had to get up early the next morning, since we had planned a daytrip to visit the city of Mostar. I think that the guys managed to kick out the party crasher shortly afterward (before he could take off any more clothing!) so all ended well.
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