I Am Living In Parallel Universe

I think the universe decided to test me today. I was in the grocery store and chanced upon the liquor aisle. Booze is so cheap here. Really really cheap. I found a beautiful little bottle of Smirnoff for 130 rubles. That's like, four dollars. And if I split it with my good friend Natalie, it would have been a half bottle of Smirnoff for only two dollars. Somehow I didn't buy it. I actually haven't had any alcohol what-so-ever since coming to Russia, despite the fact that it's totally cheap, abundant, and legal. Maybe it's the last clause that takes away the fun of it. I think I prefer going to the seedy basement liquor store near Thurston, handing them my Borders discount card, and then stuffing my purchase into my coat in the most conspicuous way possible before sneaking it into my dorm room freezer. Either that or I'm growing up. Are my bacchant, deviant ways really behind me? Gods of Russia preserve me.