Black Cats and Turandot

Greetings party people in the place to be. I am called Brooke. Please hand over your monies in a paper or plastic bag or I'll sick Crispy on you so fast it will make our head spin.
We took a walk today to see some of the older parts of the city and the Almaty Ballet and Opera Theatre. We are going to see my favorite opera, Turandot, this Thursday at the said location. Christina tried to keep it a secret, but I am simply too wily for her. I am also too wily for that homeless guy who tried to get me to buy him Vodka-snap!
Here's me with Fatty-D.

One of the mostly walking streets in Almaty

The Almaty Theatre

O Solo Mio

In other news...you'll have to wait.

Do the Hustle. Do it now.

Huh? What? Yeah, you heard me.
Last weekend we went downtown for a day of consumering. Christina got a brand new dress coat, and Brooke was so zen that he didn't buy a single thing. But rather wrote a haiku about how buying things is akin to hatred and suffering.
Oh wait, that's not true. We spent tens of thousands of Tenge on shiny new cellphones and backpacks and slippers. What you don't know is that the slippers are enchanted, and every time Christina puts them on she is forced to dance while humming "Do the Hustle."
Many of you have asked to have a window into our lives, yea, our very souls, and ye shall have it. In the form of a video. A somewhat grainy video of crappy quality, designed to take you where most locals fear to go. To see more, click here.
We have a dinner date looming, so here's some pictures of us on a walking street right downtown, not too far from the Bazaar, where we got some of our stuff:




And below, behold the enchanted slippers: