Working in Armenia is kind of weird in an interesting way. We work full hour days, 5 days a week. There is no strolling in whenever you feel like it just because it's a volunteering job. So when we get out of work, we want to let off some steam and enjoy the free time that we do have in Yerevan. It's weird because you feel like you're on vacation, but you're really not.
That's why our weeknights are usually spent at one bar or another with our group of Birthrighter's. We have a few places (more likes holes in the wall) which we frequent pretty regularly- thanks to Gapo. Well apparently one of our watering holes-Cheers-converts into a pseudo-club on Friday nights. Just picture it...Loud techno music, laser lights, an unbearable amount of smoke, and lots of beer...all in a little basement/hole in the ground type space. It's a lot of fun.
After a few drinks and a lot of dancing, we decided that it was time to go home. But not before Diana got her ice cream fix. We went into a 24 hour supermarket and I decided to purchase about 30 ice cream bars. You know, to last me like a week. The employees thought we were pretty crazy- they looked at Armen with pity because he was like a lone soul surrounded by three wacky girls. We all know he enjoyed it...
(Images from top: Some of the local women partying it up in what looks kind of like a dungeon- I hadn't noticed the chains before, Natasha Armen and I dancing to our own beat, one of the local boys-sexy isn't he?, Armen and Paulene in the moment, more posing- we take lots of pictures here, Armen and I dancing it up with the rest of them, drunken miming on the street corner-doesn't Armen have the most feminine hands you've ever seen, eating ice cream in the street in front of the supermarket at 2:00 AM-priceless!!)
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