Amerika, Round 3, part 2

There is not much evidence of the Bachelor-ette party that took place on Brighton Beach on Saturday night. Only a couple of shots while we crossed the infinitely-large Brooklyn to reach our final destination, Tatiana, a heavily-decorated Russian restaurant on the seafront.




Needless to say, yours truly embraced the opportunity to dress up like Russian pimps and whores, only to be stunned into shame when we walked into the posh reception room, which was shared with a large Russian family with children and grandparents. They were not amused by our appearance, nor were all the other guests at the venue.

This did not stop us of course from downing far too much vodka, throat singing into the night and watching with a mixture of horror and marvel at Tatiana's stunning show, performed by skilled Russian dancers to the theme of Spiderman.

Memories of this night will remain buried into our brains, like treasures from a ship sunken into the Caribbean Sea. Naturally, they might be revived from now and then, when the opportunity arises - particularly to embarass a certain groom who slipped a large object into his mouth. You know what I am talking about...

Next, Rhodes Island, where Tot T's delightful parents treated me to delicious lobster, boat trips across the bays and the odd Baptist church.




Also, worth mentioning that the place was crammed with hippies, as proven by this picture below. Apparently, we were told by a gracious old lady on the pier, 2 days ago Mercury, Venus, Mars (?) and the Moon lined up in the Western sky, prompting a phase of universal healing for the Earth. Natch.


Now in Shelburne, which is of course amazing and requires a separate entry in its own right. Brace for some quality pictures in the near future...!