Mashing of People and Potatoes

Ok so we didn't really have potatoes, but I was invited to a small IMIAD (interior masters in arch design?) dinner the other night in celebration someone's birthday. Not mine, apparently mine is tonight. Anyways, Raed who sits across from me in studio cooked at his place a somewhat traditional Turkish meal: chicken wings, rice, lamacun, and taziki. Somewhat traditional, he's Syrian not Turkish though.

The rundown: 1 american, 1 lebanese born self proclaimed brit with a poor accent for english, 1 chinese, 1 syrian, 2 finnish, 6 german; it was a squeeze into the apartment. Fun though.

It seems most of the exchange students are German in my studio, although not all from the same school in Germany. We have a large studio close to 25 people consisting of a handful of Turks, a handful of Germans, a handful of Auburn, and a sprinkling of Finnish. Boring post, I know, but something needed to be posted.

The Turks my age are very nice and liberal. A few of us went to a house party with Ortune (not too sure how to spell it), he's a classmate and one of the Turks. It was good and not what I expected... they liked to party. It felt like an American one actually, and come to think of it other American people were there. Some American music. Wow, they even had cheese balls! People play fighting with crowbars, yes i do believe this is an American party. Wait, no my shoeless feet tell me that, in fact, I am in a different place. It was great everybody's English was excellent... my Turkish was horrible, but still somehow seems to impress people when I can count to 10. Made some new contacts. Left before the house was completely dead around 4 or 5am, which was surprising because we were told to meet at 8pm (it was closer to 9 or 10 i think) Took a taxi back to Taksim, ate a bowl of corn flakes and drifted off to sleep.