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alexpgpI went out to eat last night with a bunch of the guys who work for Pinkterton, whose thankless job it is to keep an eye on all our hardware and on the satellite for the time that we're in Baikonur. There are a lot of ex-military among them.
We went to an Italian place down the street from the hotel, called paper moon, and had a reasonable dinner, although not without a couple of bumps. When a couple of the guys ordered a Margarita, the waiter disappeared and came back a few minutes later carrying pizzas. (It turns out they serve a fairly ordinary looking pizza called a "Margarita.") We all had a good laugh, the guys wouldn't let the waiter take the pizzas back (they served as appetizers for the table), but did get straight on what it was, exactly, that they wanted to drink. I forget what I ordered, but it comprised an appetizer and a pizza with mushrooms and ham. At the end of the meal the house kicked in for a shot of lemoncello as an after-dinner libation.
Afterward, as we returned to the hotel, the guys were discussing getting together for further adventure (i.e., going to a club). Besides the fact that such clubs are not my idea of a fun time, I'd been traveling most of the day and was tired, so I wished them luck and simply went upstairs and went to sleep. When I emerged from the elevator on the way to the restaurant for breakfast this morning, a couple of the guys from the group were literally just getting back from wherever it was they'd been, and they were smiling. "Gotta go pack my stuff," said one as he passed me going into the elevator.
Everything went well during today's travel to Baikonur, but time seemed to pass very quickly - or maybe it's the fact that we gained another couple of hours as we flew eastward. As the Fili's dining room staff flew down with us from Moscow, dinner tonight was at the Polyot, the dining room of which is a bit more elegantly decorated (cork walls, carved wood, sconce lighting) than ours at the Fili, which is fairly utilitarian in appearance (lots of stainless steel, light wood, and halogen lighting).
Work starts tomorrow around 9 am, and it's as yet unclear to me what will be on the agenda. I need to go unpack properly and then get some sleep, so as to be ready for it.
Cheers...
We went to an Italian place down the street from the hotel, called paper moon, and had a reasonable dinner, although not without a couple of bumps. When a couple of the guys ordered a Margarita, the waiter disappeared and came back a few minutes later carrying pizzas. (It turns out they serve a fairly ordinary looking pizza called a "Margarita.") We all had a good laugh, the guys wouldn't let the waiter take the pizzas back (they served as appetizers for the table), but did get straight on what it was, exactly, that they wanted to drink. I forget what I ordered, but it comprised an appetizer and a pizza with mushrooms and ham. At the end of the meal the house kicked in for a shot of lemoncello as an after-dinner libation.
Afterward, as we returned to the hotel, the guys were discussing getting together for further adventure (i.e., going to a club). Besides the fact that such clubs are not my idea of a fun time, I'd been traveling most of the day and was tired, so I wished them luck and simply went upstairs and went to sleep. When I emerged from the elevator on the way to the restaurant for breakfast this morning, a couple of the guys from the group were literally just getting back from wherever it was they'd been, and they were smiling. "Gotta go pack my stuff," said one as he passed me going into the elevator.
Everything went well during today's travel to Baikonur, but time seemed to pass very quickly - or maybe it's the fact that we gained another couple of hours as we flew eastward. As the Fili's dining room staff flew down with us from Moscow, dinner tonight was at the Polyot, the dining room of which is a bit more elegantly decorated (cork walls, carved wood, sconce lighting) than ours at the Fili, which is fairly utilitarian in appearance (lots of stainless steel, light wood, and halogen lighting).
Work starts tomorrow around 9 am, and it's as yet unclear to me what will be on the agenda. I need to go unpack properly and then get some sleep, so as to be ready for it.
Cheers...
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:32 pm (UTC)I can't say I remember much basil on the pizza, nor was it particularly memorable (i.e., it doesn't compare to pizzas I ate when growing up in Queens), but for sure it gave us a reason to laugh.
Cheers...