Recipe for Disaster

St. Petersburg is built along a series of rivers and canals. Bridges connect all of the "islands" to each other, and every night from 1:30 am to 4:30 am, the bridges open to allow boats through. This pretty much means that if you are out partying on an island and your hotel is not located there, you either have to cab home before 1:30 or wait until after 4:30.

Friday night, our first night, 8 of us sat down to a nice dinner on a rooftop terrace around 9:30. Three hours, several bottles of wine, and a bottle of vodka later, we decided to head out to one of the trendy bars here that happens to have an equally trendy nightclub across the street. Both were, of course, not on the island we were staying on. Seeing as how we didn't even get in cabs until almost 1:00, it probably goes without saying that it was a pretty long night.

In the interest of preserving what is left of our dignity (and livers), I probably shouldn't get into too many details. I will say that while Katie and I dragged ourselves up around 1:00 to sleep walk through the Hermitage, most of the boys didn't make it out of the hotel until we repeated this whole adventure the next night (although, thankfully, on a somewhat smaller scale.). Good times in St. Petersburg. And for any guys thinking of coming - the women here are SO much better looking than the men. Stay tuned for pictures.