we went to budapest last weekend and it was lovely, but too many late nights and early mornings. bicycles, castles, a sculpture park filled with old soviet statues. underground bars, writing poems onto the walls, cramming around tables much too small, warding off ridiculous advances.
then this wednesday i went for a big wonderful 3-course vegan meal at daniel/ralf/tom's flat, exhausted and full. thursday was a bourbon-fueled nightride involving police encounters, unsteerable choppers, minnesotans, cold toes, skidding in circles around empty fountains, climbing ladders down into theaters, falling to the pavement too many times. friday was a show at flex - danced forever and too late and grabbed a sweet face on the way out. woke up in a small flat across town and got home in time for lunch.
yesterday the flea market, sturm drinking, roaming the streets with the melodica playing behind. backgammon in cozy bars. the tekkno party at the squat and pushing through too many yielding shoulders, the switch to daylight savings time so that we had an extra hour of dancing feet and confusion. (an extra hour to sit outside the station waiting for the u-bahn to start running again.)
i guess all i mean to say is that the last few weeks have worn me out, all these crowds and classes and rainy days. everything feels good. cozy chicago wintertime will be nice to come back to, too.
budapest:
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