Stop Picking On Me

St. Petersburg, Russia

How do you say, bad idea? We turned the corner on Nevsky Prospekt and there they were - Uncle Boris and his family. No sooner did they jump all over Auntie Pat and me than that little vixen Natasha started grooming me. Hey, I'm already the best looking monkey in western Russia.

Who's The Idiot?

St. Petersburg, Russia

Here's Auntie Pat, Karen, Cynthia and Jessica at The Idiot, Dostoyevsky's old hangout. I want to state right here and now that good old Fyodor did not have me in mind when he wrote that book. Yet, it looks like Auntie Cynthia does have me in mind. I guess they call if Mother Russia for a reason.

Hot City, Cold Beer

St. Petersburg, Russia

We had a private tour of The Hermitage today. Sadly, I didn't find Rembrandt's famous painting of me, Portrait of a Young Mono. One of the guides told me it was being repaired. Now that was a decent docent. Anyway, seems that the piece was vandalized after the St. Petersburg opening of Planet of the Apes.

Auntie Pat, Jessica and I then had lunch at the delightful sidewalk cafe at The Grand Hotel Europe. The Baltica 7 beer was just what I needed.

I Got Your 4th Right Here

Ok, don't ask. Happy Fourth of July!!!!