Yea, I was very drunk at this time and I had my beer goggles on.
All good things must come to end and right now it looks as though my time in Azerbaijan is coming to a close. Sadly, i am not ready to leave. It took me awhile but I really have a feel for the city now; I know people, I have close friends and a social life and I am leaving. It does not seem right. Still, I have almost 2 more weeks here and no telling what will happen between now and then. I have learned that things do not work here like they do in the West where we expect a notice of several weeks for almost anything. Here, most of the time people fly by the seat of their pants and i have grown accustomed to the way things work here. I would not be surprised with getting a phone call offering me a decent job here while i am boarding the plane to leave.
Eric with the beer goggles on.
Fellow TB'er Scott (Scott Toscano
) was the first TB'er I met in Azerbaijan. If you have not read his blog, he is a Peace Corp volunteer. Being a volunteer usually equates to a life of poverty. When he was been in Baku
, he usually crashes on my couch because frankly hotels are too expensive here. He has been a very good friend to me this past year and on Saturday was his last night in Baku while i am living here. He decided he had to throw a party for me. We pretty much decided upon holding it at Finnegan's, a great little Irish pub in downtown Baku.
I sent e-mails to some people i knew here, inviting them.
The wonderful Sarah
I did not know what to expect. I have had parties in the past where I told 5 people and 100 turned out and other times I told 100 and 5 showed up. I knew that Scott and I would be there and if that was all there was then that was all there would be, but Sarah, another PCV, called me and asked to crash at my place for the weekend. So i knew of at least three who would be there.
My Saturday afternoon was spent in the gym and i found my way home afterwards. Scott went to the bar ahead of time to reserve a table. Sarah and I hung out and chatted before leaving. We made it down to Finnegan's and Eric aka sergionegro
was waiting with a friend of his. Scott had convinced me to bring my camera along, I think that it was more out of wanting to blackmail me later on.
"Look at that! There is a beer in my hand."
After ordering a Guinness draft, I gave Scott some quick lessons on using my camera. He remembered me preaching about the proper way to hold a camera. It is one of my pet peeves when i see someone getting paid to take photos at a wedding and they do not even know how to hold a camera properly. He did ok after a few errors. Eventually, Eric took over photography duties.
We were eventually joined by Kenul
and her husband and Gunel
. I met Kenul on myspace and she had commented about my blog on traveling to Turkey on there. I told her that I had a bigger blog about Azerbaijan here, so she joined. She convinced her friend Gunel and Hatira
The lovely Kenul and Gunel.
Unfortunately, Hatira could not join those two for this party as she was sick. I met both Gunel and Hatira at the Baku TB Meet-up, which I never got around to writing about, but they are both really nice and fun to be around. I was happy to finally meet Kenul as she has communicated with me several times on this site.
Evenutally, Scott told me i had to leave for awhile, so i did. I came back to find each letter of my name printed on a piece of paper and taped to the curtain behind the table. There was also the attempt to quickly tape some Indianapolis Colts logos as well. There were some beer googles along with some party necklaces that read "Kiss me I'm Irish". Gunel and Sarah both put them on. So being a guy who likes to read and being an obdient individual, I kissed Gunel on the cheek.
Beer is good!
Once realizing what the necklaces meant, Sarah quickly removed hers, perhaps out of fear as she was sitting almost directly across from me.
I was drinking a lot that night, so my memory is kind of fuzzy. But I remember Eric and his friend leaving. And shortly afterwards, Kenul, her husband and Gunel having to leave as well. There was one guy, I think his name was Craig or maybe it was David, who was eating at booth close to us and talking with us, so we invited him over. He was a good guy, but every body is a good person after a few pints of Guinness, problems only arise after a lot of pints of Guinness. Still, he seemed like a guinine type of person and those less drunk than me said the same thing.
I received a SMS from my friend Turana.
Eric really should have zoomed in Kenul and Gunel as my presence really mucked up the photo.
I met her here recently and she is really nice, but still it makes me curse my fate that I meet really awesome wonderful people when I am getting ready to leave a place. I had to run out to meet her and her cousin at Cafe Mozarts and walk them to Finnegan's. We had a few more drinks, paid the bill, left David/Craid behind and went to a new club called the Living Room. The Living Room is a very comfortable slightly upscale club which was having their grand (re)opening that night. We sent Sarah in and she returned saying, "it is boring. There are only guys in there." I never thought I would hear a woman ever say that, but there is a first time for everything. Turana decided we should stay and we found a nice couch in th back to relax. There was free food and free wine. It was comfortable as where we were the music was audible but not overbearing. I danced with Turana while Scott attempted to train for his new career as nightclub photographer. Later, we decided to call it a night and Turana's cousins drove us back to my apartment.
Overall, it was a really good night and a good send off even if I have some more time here. I just had a lot of fun and to make matters even better when i awoke the next morning I did not have a handover!