About midweek, I lost my ambition of getting cleaned, dressed, and out of the house every day. I managed to rack up the following Accomplishments:
- Monday night, I did make carrot cake. It was awesome. I might make it again this week; I need to start building a layer of fat for winter anyway.
- Tuesday I went up to Budapest for the afternoon, just because I could.
- Wednesday I stayed inside, watched random things on TV, and frequently looked outside and thought how thankful I was to not to be Hungarian and have to go tramp around a cemetery honoring dead relatives in such grim weather.
- Thursday I... did nothing. Well, that’s not completely true, I made coffee cake. And watched the MTV Europe Music Awards, which were no where near as entertaining as last year. Although this year, I was missing Laura, Mariah, jug wine and Varda drinks.
- Friday I’m sure I did something... if I can’t remember, it was either something really good or really bad. I’m not feeling any sort of regret, so it must have been something good.
- Saturday I got up early (not by choice, but rather because someone was poking and singing at me) and went to Budapest. I can’t decide which part of the trip was better: A) running into my students as we were boozing it up in the train station at 10 am; or B) the fact that we went to Budapest and spent the day no more than 500 meters away from the train station.
- And Sunday: since it was the last day of break, I devoted the entire morning and part of the afternoon to some serious lazing around (after all, I won’t get another chance until... next weekend). And in the evening, following a trip to MediaMarkt, I watched DVDs on my new DVD player while eating microwave popcorn fresh from my new microwave (which together, including cables and wiring, cost 18,000 Ft, or about a fifth what I would have spent on a traveling vacation).
All in all, it was in no way the vacation I would have planned. But I wouldn’t have changed anything (except to make it longer, that’s a given).
Fear and loathing in Harghita County
4 years ago
4 comments:
well, sounds like someone was defnitely most likely making out with sketchy hungarian dudes on friday night...
Well, one for sure. But's he's not too sketchy and I know his last name. Sorry, Jem, without you to egg me on, I've become almost respectable.
Respectable? HA! In my mind, not until I forget why I had to fix my toilet.
As a connoisseur of rap, you must be familiar with Shaggy's "It wasn't me." Which is all I can say about who broke your toilet. (There's something else in that song, some line about the bathroom floor...? I forget.)
And I can only restate my previous comment: without you (and your Varga connection, and all the connotations therein) to egg me on... RESPECTABILITY!
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