Night 14, 15, 16: Budapest, Udabest (sort of short story 3)
The following is sort of a short story. The contents may, or may not be true.
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It's a Wednesday night.
Roll call: Marvin, Venus, Matie, Dane, Sned, Gosh, Chile, Tacos and myself.
"Get the fuck out of here!" says no one. We're all thinking it but we're too scared to say anything in front of the bouncer who's sharpening his knife by the door. We power walked away from the place and snow started falling from above. It was beautiful. We stumbled upon the club that was supposed to be the 'best' in Hungary - 'Instant.'
Had we read the fine print, we might've found that the place is not very rocking at 9.50pm. We decided the best course of action was to consume more fluids, and with that came games that asked participants to answer embarrassing and revealing questions about themselves. The questions covered interesting topics such as experimentation, risk taking, defecation, and tacos.
The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. We (mostly I) discovered the potency of Palinka - a Hungarian spirit made from fruits. My hat and glasses were temporarily stolen and held for ransom by two English girls (a drink). Thankfully, I negotiated my way out of that one. I wish I could tell you more stories that featured the other characters, but I can't without making it up. Anyhow, I knew my friends hadn't been to the gym in a while on their travels, so I decided to become dead weight on the way home so they could do some lifts. We got home and I went to bed once with dirty teeth, and then I went to bed again with clean teeth. Cheers, Marvin.
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Thursday night and we're at an open mic at Jack Doyle's Irish Pub.
Roll call: Kneed, Posh, Goliath, Sofa, Chile and myself.
We make our way down to Jack Doyle's Irish Pub to check out this open mic I found online. We've somehow tricked Sofa, the girl who works at our hostel, to believe that we are good people and she has come out with us. Posh is shitting his pants because he hasn't done any of these before, but he has committed to singing 'Hey Yah' with my accompaniment. Great balls on this lad. On ya! The pub is supportive and there's a good vibe going on. Everyone is happy and having a good time. I decide it's a great time to tell everyone that I'm going to play a sad song and proceed to play 'I Will Follow You Into the Dark' by Death Cab For Cutie. I even follow it up with 'I'm Not the Only One' by Sam Smith just in case people were still happy.
By the time the original musicians are back on, we pretty much own the pub. Or we feel like it anyway. The old singer is giving us smiles and looking at us as if he is so damn stoked that we are there to see him. While this is all going on there's a side game happening where the male participants are doing their most attractive courting ritual to impress Sofa. It is hilarious. And also pathetic. But hilarious. I guess this is as good a time as any to say it was the first time I fell in love with a girl named 'Bogey' who was also one of the bartenders. She told me it was short for the Hungarian word for 'Buttercup', which is her name - 'Boglarka'. Beautiful. I did my best to impress her by showcasing my competency of the English language by telling her that bogey is actually the stuff that came out of your nose. I think she liked it. She told me she was a social worker. I told her I was a teacher so we were basically the same. It was meant to be.
Unfortunately Bogey couldn't come out with us afterwards because of all the work she had to do. She must've been very tired after her long shift. And having to work the next day. She must've been so gutted she couldn't come out. But she had work commitments. It wasn't anything else. Yup.
Throughout the night, Sofa and Posh had been playing this game every 30 minutes where they go outside and suck on this white tube and magically blow smoke in the air. They continued the game even when we got back to the hostel, except the game's duration had extended quite a lot. All of a sudden, Kneed was in his underwear and hugging me. Then Posh, Kneed and I were posing for a photo with a long mop stick held across, in our mouths. It was a truly bizarre turn of events. Chile was in the corner flicking his finger to the right on his phone constantly.
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Friday night and we're in an underground dive bar.
Roll call: Fartin, Med, 2 Hungarian girls S-Star and Coat-Ah, and myself
More beers. Mmmmmmm goulash for dinner - not the stew - in Hungary, it's a soup. More beer and we've talked to these Hungarian girls (Med's friends) enough to again, trick them into thinking we are good people. S-Star gladly invites us to a Hungarian house party.
The house party turns out to be a low-key affair but the people there are decked out in the coolest 90s gear. Turns out it was a dress up party in tribute to a terrible 90s Hungarian TV show that used to be on. I can't remember the name of it, but we watched one of the episodes and it was truly exceptional. Just imagine Napoleon Dynamite's style of awkward acting, except it talks of serious issues such as drug use and the audience apparently used to take it seriously. It was very comical to watch in 2015. After watching an episode, we appreciated the costumes and the idea of the party a lot more.
Of course, you can't have a Hungarian party without palinka. This equated in another blurring of events. But to cut a long story short, I had several deep and meaningfuls, I yelled things to Med about someone at the party not realising that she could hear it all. Luckily it was all positive things.
Budapest, Udabest.
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It's a Wednesday night.
Roll call: Marvin, Venus, Matie, Dane, Sned, Gosh, Chile, Tacos and myself.
"Get the fuck out of here!" says no one. We're all thinking it but we're too scared to say anything in front of the bouncer who's sharpening his knife by the door. We power walked away from the place and snow started falling from above. It was beautiful. We stumbled upon the club that was supposed to be the 'best' in Hungary - 'Instant.'
Had we read the fine print, we might've found that the place is not very rocking at 9.50pm. We decided the best course of action was to consume more fluids, and with that came games that asked participants to answer embarrassing and revealing questions about themselves. The questions covered interesting topics such as experimentation, risk taking, defecation, and tacos.
The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. We (mostly I) discovered the potency of Palinka - a Hungarian spirit made from fruits. My hat and glasses were temporarily stolen and held for ransom by two English girls (a drink). Thankfully, I negotiated my way out of that one. I wish I could tell you more stories that featured the other characters, but I can't without making it up. Anyhow, I knew my friends hadn't been to the gym in a while on their travels, so I decided to become dead weight on the way home so they could do some lifts. We got home and I went to bed once with dirty teeth, and then I went to bed again with clean teeth. Cheers, Marvin.
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Thursday night and we're at an open mic at Jack Doyle's Irish Pub.
Roll call: Kneed, Posh, Goliath, Sofa, Chile and myself.
We make our way down to Jack Doyle's Irish Pub to check out this open mic I found online. We've somehow tricked Sofa, the girl who works at our hostel, to believe that we are good people and she has come out with us. Posh is shitting his pants because he hasn't done any of these before, but he has committed to singing 'Hey Yah' with my accompaniment. Great balls on this lad. On ya! The pub is supportive and there's a good vibe going on. Everyone is happy and having a good time. I decide it's a great time to tell everyone that I'm going to play a sad song and proceed to play 'I Will Follow You Into the Dark' by Death Cab For Cutie. I even follow it up with 'I'm Not the Only One' by Sam Smith just in case people were still happy.
By the time the original musicians are back on, we pretty much own the pub. Or we feel like it anyway. The old singer is giving us smiles and looking at us as if he is so damn stoked that we are there to see him. While this is all going on there's a side game happening where the male participants are doing their most attractive courting ritual to impress Sofa. It is hilarious. And also pathetic. But hilarious. I guess this is as good a time as any to say it was the first time I fell in love with a girl named 'Bogey' who was also one of the bartenders. She told me it was short for the Hungarian word for 'Buttercup', which is her name - 'Boglarka'. Beautiful. I did my best to impress her by showcasing my competency of the English language by telling her that bogey is actually the stuff that came out of your nose. I think she liked it. She told me she was a social worker. I told her I was a teacher so we were basically the same. It was meant to be.
Unfortunately Bogey couldn't come out with us afterwards because of all the work she had to do. She must've been very tired after her long shift. And having to work the next day. She must've been so gutted she couldn't come out. But she had work commitments. It wasn't anything else. Yup.
Throughout the night, Sofa and Posh had been playing this game every 30 minutes where they go outside and suck on this white tube and magically blow smoke in the air. They continued the game even when we got back to the hostel, except the game's duration had extended quite a lot. All of a sudden, Kneed was in his underwear and hugging me. Then Posh, Kneed and I were posing for a photo with a long mop stick held across, in our mouths. It was a truly bizarre turn of events. Chile was in the corner flicking his finger to the right on his phone constantly.
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Friday night and we're in an underground dive bar.
Roll call: Fartin, Med, 2 Hungarian girls S-Star and Coat-Ah, and myself
More beers. Mmmmmmm goulash for dinner - not the stew - in Hungary, it's a soup. More beer and we've talked to these Hungarian girls (Med's friends) enough to again, trick them into thinking we are good people. S-Star gladly invites us to a Hungarian house party.
The house party turns out to be a low-key affair but the people there are decked out in the coolest 90s gear. Turns out it was a dress up party in tribute to a terrible 90s Hungarian TV show that used to be on. I can't remember the name of it, but we watched one of the episodes and it was truly exceptional. Just imagine Napoleon Dynamite's style of awkward acting, except it talks of serious issues such as drug use and the audience apparently used to take it seriously. It was very comical to watch in 2015. After watching an episode, we appreciated the costumes and the idea of the party a lot more.
Of course, you can't have a Hungarian party without palinka. This equated in another blurring of events. But to cut a long story short, I had several deep and meaningfuls, I yelled things to Med about someone at the party not realising that she could hear it all. Luckily it was all positive things.
Budapest, Udabest.
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