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Hello darkness, my old friend… I come to talk to you again
Posted by Zsanna
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8:16 PM
Right now? I am working on my notebook coz my brother’s on the internet, but I still wanna get this blog straight anyway, listening to Radio Café’s Instant. Some really good music, especially who’s having a serious hangover and can’t get her thoughts straight. “You see I can’t even write this properly” (Virginia Woolf wrote this to his husband Leonard in her farewell letter), because I really don’t know where to begin and where the story ends.
Let’s start with Friday morning. It was awful, in every possible way. First we went to get the car from my dad’s garage and although he told me to go straight, of course I didn’t, I managed to make a quite serious damage on the front part of car. So that made me decide not to go to Budapest by car, but to take the 9.45 train. So we went to see my doctor for a check, since my neck only got worse, I don’t know if I have mentioned that already, but I do look like if I had swallowed to tabletennis balls so I have to wear a scarf constantly, which can be very annoying especially if you want to go out (see later). So the doctor sent me to get some more tests and she was very cynical about how was unlucky with this virus, since if it’s not mononucleosis then she has no idea what it might be, so I’ll have to take different drugs to see if they work or not. I only understood how unlucky I actually am, I only understood later that day. She also told me how my appearance was very bad, and I was like, come on, I don’t need you to tell me that, I have a mirror…Of course I arrived late for the train so I had to wait for the next one. No wonder I was 2 hours late from the sightseeing tour. Well, I haven’t missed that much, since I know Budapest, but still…
After spending a nice afternoon with the group and Ági and her Dutch friend (dunno how he spells his name, sorry, but he is really a nice guy, we had so much fun!! Actually I think Ákos got a bit pissed off because of us because we were really like three 16-year-olds, giggling all the time, which made the others laugh as well :P) I went home to get some rest, which consisted of putting on my wall some nice, newly-framed photos, having a bath, and, finally, spending two (TWO!!) hours on getting ready for that night. I couldn’t decide what to wear, not that it had such a big importance, but I was constantly not satisfied with my clothes, my figure and my look- I know, as usual… And then, when I actually managed to decided which T-shirt to wear, I realized that I didn’t have a scarf that matched, and I could definitely NOT go without it, I look really bad (the doctor was right about it…). So, I started running up and down in the apartment like a fejetlen csirke as we say it in Hungarian (“headless chicken”). I ended up in Lilla’s room and I borrowed one of her T-shirts which was the exact green shade that I was wearing. I pulled it on, to my neck, and I somehow managed to fix it so that it stayed on )) I know, women’s creativity knows no limits when it comes to look, right?!
We started the night at Szimpla with a few beers and Jagermeisters, but it got right into my head, I got tipsy too fast. I remember telling myself “stop drinking, otherwise you lose control and you won’t remember important things” and I also remember taking a big gulp of beer the next moment. Yeah, well, I never said következetesség was one of my good qualities… I had a nice conversation with one of Dave’s friend who reminded me soooo much of Ravi (an American guy I met in Barcelona). We were talking about French people’s love life and about my nice earrings ) Dave told me he was “so smooth”, but I didn’t really care about whether he was or not indeed. Later on we managed to get to Macskafogo which was already full. I wonder how we ever found the way, Ági and me leading, both of us drunk…
This is the point where things got a bit hectic and my memory’s getting blank. I remember us standing at the bar, having a beer, then going dancing, and for some reason I told Dave he was using me, and he said something like “at least I’m not using you in that way” (it’s funny though how you can make the italic sound with just by a simple stress or accent…) and me responding, “it’s only matter of time”.
Then came the thunderbolt from the sky, Ági throwing up in the toilet and looking, feeling very sick. I did my best to help her, I was really sorry for her and I tried to help as much as I could. I got our coats and told Dave I had to take her home. Of course, she is more important to me than the word’s all Dave-s, Vili-s, Laci-s, etc. but I still had the feeling that something has been interrupted that could have been… something? I was surprised to see how the security guards were so nice: one of them brought her a glass of water and the other stayed there till the cab arrived. They weren’t arrogant or angry at all, I was so amazed! I think I’ll write an email to Macskafogó how much I appreciated it (I was still a bit drunk myself, I needed all my concentration and my energy to get Ági together). Then a guy payed for our cab so we didn’t even had to pay anything – was very nice of him as well. I put Ági to bed after another round of throwing up but I felt very sick too and I was nearly crying so I decided to go home. I left her a note and packed my things and left.
I also talked to Ági who apparently had hangover and needed some serious rest. I really hope she’s not angry with me about leaving her alone. I did indeed made sure that she was safe and I did have to come home. I left everything she could have needed, but I just couldn’t stay. I hope she understands it and she’s not angry, offended, disappointed or anything…
Let’s start with Friday morning. It was awful, in every possible way. First we went to get the car from my dad’s garage and although he told me to go straight, of course I didn’t, I managed to make a quite serious damage on the front part of car. So that made me decide not to go to Budapest by car, but to take the 9.45 train. So we went to see my doctor for a check, since my neck only got worse, I don’t know if I have mentioned that already, but I do look like if I had swallowed to tabletennis balls so I have to wear a scarf constantly, which can be very annoying especially if you want to go out (see later). So the doctor sent me to get some more tests and she was very cynical about how was unlucky with this virus, since if it’s not mononucleosis then she has no idea what it might be, so I’ll have to take different drugs to see if they work or not. I only understood how unlucky I actually am, I only understood later that day. She also told me how my appearance was very bad, and I was like, come on, I don’t need you to tell me that, I have a mirror…Of course I arrived late for the train so I had to wait for the next one. No wonder I was 2 hours late from the sightseeing tour. Well, I haven’t missed that much, since I know Budapest, but still…
After spending a nice afternoon with the group and Ági and her Dutch friend (dunno how he spells his name, sorry, but he is really a nice guy, we had so much fun!! Actually I think Ákos got a bit pissed off because of us because we were really like three 16-year-olds, giggling all the time, which made the others laugh as well :P) I went home to get some rest, which consisted of putting on my wall some nice, newly-framed photos, having a bath, and, finally, spending two (TWO!!) hours on getting ready for that night. I couldn’t decide what to wear, not that it had such a big importance, but I was constantly not satisfied with my clothes, my figure and my look- I know, as usual… And then, when I actually managed to decided which T-shirt to wear, I realized that I didn’t have a scarf that matched, and I could definitely NOT go without it, I look really bad (the doctor was right about it…). So, I started running up and down in the apartment like a fejetlen csirke as we say it in Hungarian (“headless chicken”). I ended up in Lilla’s room and I borrowed one of her T-shirts which was the exact green shade that I was wearing. I pulled it on, to my neck, and I somehow managed to fix it so that it stayed on )) I know, women’s creativity knows no limits when it comes to look, right?!
We started the night at Szimpla with a few beers and Jagermeisters, but it got right into my head, I got tipsy too fast. I remember telling myself “stop drinking, otherwise you lose control and you won’t remember important things” and I also remember taking a big gulp of beer the next moment. Yeah, well, I never said következetesség was one of my good qualities… I had a nice conversation with one of Dave’s friend who reminded me soooo much of Ravi (an American guy I met in Barcelona). We were talking about French people’s love life and about my nice earrings ) Dave told me he was “so smooth”, but I didn’t really care about whether he was or not indeed. Later on we managed to get to Macskafogo which was already full. I wonder how we ever found the way, Ági and me leading, both of us drunk…
This is the point where things got a bit hectic and my memory’s getting blank. I remember us standing at the bar, having a beer, then going dancing, and for some reason I told Dave he was using me, and he said something like “at least I’m not using you in that way” (it’s funny though how you can make the italic sound with just by a simple stress or accent…) and me responding, “it’s only matter of time”.
Then came the thunderbolt from the sky, Ági throwing up in the toilet and looking, feeling very sick. I did my best to help her, I was really sorry for her and I tried to help as much as I could. I got our coats and told Dave I had to take her home. Of course, she is more important to me than the word’s all Dave-s, Vili-s, Laci-s, etc. but I still had the feeling that something has been interrupted that could have been… something? I was surprised to see how the security guards were so nice: one of them brought her a glass of water and the other stayed there till the cab arrived. They weren’t arrogant or angry at all, I was so amazed! I think I’ll write an email to Macskafogó how much I appreciated it (I was still a bit drunk myself, I needed all my concentration and my energy to get Ági together). Then a guy payed for our cab so we didn’t even had to pay anything – was very nice of him as well. I put Ági to bed after another round of throwing up but I felt very sick too and I was nearly crying so I decided to go home. I left her a note and packed my things and left.
I also talked to Ági who apparently had hangover and needed some serious rest. I really hope she’s not angry with me about leaving her alone. I did indeed made sure that she was safe and I did have to come home. I left everything she could have needed, but I just couldn’t stay. I hope she understands it and she’s not angry, offended, disappointed or anything…
