25 Things… Part 5
21. David brought me two large bags of Goetze’s Caramel Creams. Which is the candy I love most in the world. He got them at the Rite Aid near his house. I wanted to make them last, but I also wanted to enjoy them. I didn’t share a single one with any of my friends in Azerbaijan. I think I finished them in about two weeks. And as soon as I did I thought back to a conversation we had a few days before he came in which he told me that he’d bought two large bags, but that he could get more if I wanted. At the time, I told him not to. I guess I didn’t want him to think I was greedy or batshit insane or whatever. But after that last candy was gone… I really wished that there were a whole other bag.
22. When I have a bad sore throat, I go back to the same level of functioning as when I was a kid and had a bad sore throat. Which was actually quite often. I feel wronged by a universe that would allow me to feel such terrible pain, but am also hard pressed to do much about it. This tends to worry and eventually annoy the people who are trying to take care of me. But if one good thing came out of this it was the discovery that apple cinnamon Theraflu is totally awesome! It tastes like apple cider and the burning sensation means that the germs are dying!
23. My cat, Leo S. Tolstoy, Fuzzhead to his friends, has the worst case of chasing-my-tail-in-circles-itis that I have ever seen. In fact, if you cradle him in your arms and wave his tail around in front of his face, he will stop trying to bite you and attack his own tail. Over and over again. With intervals of licking. But don’t take my word for it, watch the video!
24. David and I went to the Philharmonic for a concert that was sponsored, at least partially, by the French Embassy. It’s shocking how many French people there are in Baku. At this concert, the only Azeri I heard spoken was in the announcements. Most people spoke Russian or French. Which would have been very refined if the five year old in front of us wasn’t eating chips, waving her hands in the air, and chattering during the performance. Or if the woman next to me hadn’t picked up her cell phone when it rang. But other than that, class all the way.
25. I will remain the last person I know to not watch/become totally obsessed with The Wire. I can’t believe this phenomenon followed me all the way to the Caucasus! It all started with Garth and Max in our emails and now everyone I know in Baku has at some point said, “Hey, do you watch The Wire?” Since many of the people I know here have been out of the country for some time, they are at the height of their Wire enthusiasm. I’m sure the characters are incredibly well-developed and that the writing is so good. I just don’t care!
