7th and final year in moscow.

Today marks the 7th year that i've been in Moscow.

Has it really been that long? Feeling a tad moody. Unsure why. Everyone seems to be watching a movie or doing some other thing and all I really need is time alone.

Went for a David Guetta concert last Saturday. Massive. Mind blowing. Though it made me realise I no longer have the stamina of a 21year old. I know, I'm nothing but a few years ahead of that age but it comes to the point where you just couldnt do the things that you used to do.

The event started at 9 and lasted all the way thru 4am. That's 7 hours of jumping, hip-knee action and headbanging. And the outcome of that was a back and muscle ache that lasted the whole of next day. I literally just stayed in bed the entire Sunday, waking up only to eat. Oh, and the event consisted of an incident that adds another to my list of embarrassing moments in life. Two words. Projectile Vomiting. I vaguely remember most of what happened then, unfortunately it involves the bouncers of the club as well. Ugh. It's something that i pray would not be mentioned ever again.

Whatever happens in crazy town, stays in crazy town.