Saturday Snow Angel Fun

Hey now, this is fun! Wait, has anyone seen my phone?

After some much needed sleeping in on Saturday, we went to what has become our main hangout, Via Café, to chill for a little before going to visit our co-worker Mihai’s apartment. Nothing much to say, other than we got to watch some English TV and play with Mihai’s four month old baby Lucas. After Marc took forever trying to score some U2 tix on Mihai’s laptop, it was off to the movies. We knew we had to go early, so why not four hours early? With time to kill, we ate at a Romanian restaurant and then decided to hit Rock and Bowl and the arcade. Lessons learned while Bowling in Romania:

1. The rule of letting the person on your left (or either side of you for that matter) bowl first hasn’t hit Romania yet.

2. Ball size has no direct correlation to level of masculinity. (The men next to us were using pink 5lb balls).

3. My European shoe size is 36. You don’t have to leave one shoe at the desk and they spray your bowling shoes with deodorizer before giving them to you. Or maybe they just thought we were smelly Americans.

4. The woman next to us was smoking Lucky Strikes (aren’t those candy cigarettes?). No pun intended either.

5. Marc sucks at bowling.

After a little Romanian Star Wars pinball, we were off to see National Treasure, in English! I think I’m going through movie withdrawal. I got to watch most of Face Off on TV, but that’s been it. Marya and I have started to download episodes of The Amazing Race, the O.C., Scrubs, Lost, Alias and The Apprentice. Marc rigged our TV to play episodes from our laptops and hooked up his stereo for surround sound. It’s almost as good as home! Anyway, the movie theatres here, surprisingly, are non-smoking and HOT. I mean, uncomfortable, sweating in my jeans HOT. Gross.

When we got out of the cab back to our apartment, we decided it would be fun to make snow angels. Forgetting that I had put my cell phone in my unzippered pocket, I dove into the snow to wave my arms and legs. I didn’t realize it was missing until the next morning. I went back to the snow angel scene to kick around some snow; not that the phone would work now anyway, but it was worth a shot. No luck. Later on while waiting for our Indian food to arrive, we did some detective work. Marc and Marya pulled out their cameras to look at the pictures we took during our snow angel-ing. We spotted it in the picture so went back outside to search some more. Again, nothing. Good thing Mihai had an extra one for work related use that he just gave to me and it was the same one I had before so it’s almost like I never lost it. I just have a new number. Lesson learned: Don’t make snow angels with unzippered pockets.