Steveski's Blogski Part 3

Not a whole lot to report back to the homefront. It's field day 17, and for those of you are familiar with the field day calender, you know that means I've already lost my mind. But that's ok.

I'm trying to pick up some souvenirs for as many people as possible, but it's tough to think of ideas for everyone. I'll do my best.

I'm thinking of getting myself a souvenir as well. I haven't looked into it yet, but I think I'll check out what they have in the way of mail order brides. I figure the quality will be a little lesser than what I might get if I was in Russia, but the price will be more up my alley. And even if it is expensive, the money I'll save from not having to go out on dates and the wedding and all that back in the States will make it worth it. Now the big question is what to go with... the blond, brunette, red-head or black haired lady. I'm leaning towards the black haired Polski beauty. Oh dear, life is full of difficult choices.

We ended up going to Gdansk Sunday afternoon, and even though we only spent a few hours there, we got to see a fair amount. Was a pretty neat city, had the touristy European feel that Slupsk is lacking.

While there I found out a few things about Gdank's history, so let me crack a few eggs of wisdom on you... It turns out that Gdansk is home to many famous inventors. Laser hair removal can trace its roots back to the city as can the dust buster. I don't believe the vacuum was invented there, but I know for a fact that the dust buster was. The first piece of glass was made from the sands along the Baltic Sea in the town of Gdansk and the first pair of chopsticks was made there as well. At one point it was the center of the Roman Empire, until of course the Canadian army burnt it to the ground in the late 14th century. Gave me a lot to ponder while sitting in one of the cities cafes, drinking my kava (coffee).

That past Sunday appears to be the only day we're getting off while out here. Time is beginning to become an enemy. I was slated to be jetting out of here on the 26th, but it's looking more and more likely that I'll have to stay for at least a few more days. There needs to be two Steve's. The world would be a better place if that were the case. Instead of Steve II or Steve junior we could have Steve and Steveski.

I've come to like Warka Strong more than any other beer here.

I shaved my 'beard' and left the stache for the morning today... looked pretty funny... couldn't even look myself in the mirror. It's gone now.

Mulling over the idea of heading to Belgrade if we do end up getting another day off. Just picked up a sweet American flag jacket that I'll probably rock while there. Should be fun. Justin says they light up the American embassy at night and it looks amazing.

I went to an absolutely ridiculous dance club called 'Miami Nice' on Wednesday night and proceeded to drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning again. Was the British guys last day here, so they had a little sending off party for him. Thursday morning was rough, but I'm a trooper and worked through the pain. Unlike the bars in Phila and DC, the bars here are open till 4 am... very dangerous.

Think we're going to try to sneak up to the town of Ustka just to the north sometime this weekend or next week for a long lunch. It's a sea town, and is apparently a happening place in the summer. Hopefully we can find a decent restaurant and I can grab some sand from the Baltic for my sand-o-the-world collection I got going on (Yes I am a loser).

Wish I had some more excitement to write about, but all we really do here is work, chill for an hour, go out to eat (which apparently is a huge event here because it's impossible to go out to eat in less that 2.5 hours which is extremely annoying), and then watch a dvd or use the internet and then hit the hay. It's not too bad, but not having weekends to vedge gets to you after a while.

Sorry I'm going to miss your BDay momma dukes, you know I gotsta pay the bills. I promise to give you a call.

I guess that's it for now. Good day from Polska

- Hoosteadyski