Sepia Universe
Artyom took these on the last day of the term in December. This is just before the big boulder of final papers came crashing down on us, like that big rock on Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lots Ark...remember?
Anyway, I am really taken with these pictures, because they actually look like what I spend 90% of my day staring at. I have all my classes with all these same people, and yes, even all in the same room.
L-R: Ram, Mariya, Stefan, me, Simion, Gergő
Colin, Florin, Damir
Asa, Brigette
Balazs, Florin
How much do I love this crazy panorama shot?
Gergő, Stefan, Maria, Don
Gergő, (back of Stefans head?), Ola, Artyom, Cosmin
Damn we're a fine lookin bunch. At least, we are if you can see us through all the mess of papers.
Also, I don't want to be making rash assumptions, but I hear that the city outside of this building is beautiful. At least, thats what I hear.
Labels: CEU photos
Indeed
Ok, so you KNOW how I feel about California, but I have been looking at a ton of options, and I am pretty sure that I want to go
here.
Labels: grad school
3 Totally Excellent Things That Happened To Me This Evening
I went to Batthany Ter with Asa and Ola tonight to start our project for our Fieldwork and Methods class today. There is a group of protesters that gathers there everyday, and we are planning an ethnography project with them for the term. Tonight was our preliminary visit to see the group, and we got F-ing initiated. It was crazy. Some dude, comes up to us and was like, "Hey guys! This is great that you're here! Blahsiblahsiablasdisafskhdfkhjsfalkh!!! Oh you speak English! I'll get someone! I'll get someone!!--here. hold my flag. wave it. wave my flag!--WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH! ENGLISH! SOMEBODY COME TALK TO THE KIDS IN ENGLISH!!"
Omigod it was so awesome.
This was a group of nationalist
Magyars who are SUUUPER excited about
Greater Hungary and Hungarian identity that stretches across Eastern Europe. Greater Hungary is the current name for all the lands that used to be part of the Kingdom of Hungary, till there was some unabashed ass-whoopin' with the
Treaty of Trianon after World War I.
You just lost World War One.
Let me see your pouty face!
They took Transylvania back.
Let me see your pouty face!
Slovakia ran off with Czech.
Let me see your pouty face!
You lost Croatia and the Serbs.
Let me see your pouty face!
Anyway, these guys tonight were super roudy and tons of fun. They told us about another protest that is being planned for Saturday. One guy told us of a good spot on the bridge to sit and watch parliament while they have a hayday on the lawn. There is also going to be another protest action in the morning that will involve cars. Lots of cars. Apparently the city is giving them the run around with protest permits, so they cant march like they want to. Instead, they have opted for plan B which is a caravan down the roads in cars. Now, this is technically illegal, so they are going to dress up the whole event like it is a wedding, just a wedding with a group of nationalist who happen to have brought their banners and theme music with them (O! Magyarorszag!)
Right, but here's the punch. Mr. Super Excited who has been introducing us to everyone who speaks 2 words of English all night fully gives us his phone number and offers to drive all 3 of us around in his car on Saturday during the caravan. He even offers to fame marry Asa and I so we can be the bride and groom at the 'wedding'. The only catch is that Asa has to play the girl.
Awesome.
After this, i went over to Ola's place for a cup of tea, because we had been standing out in the -2 degree cold listening to nationalist diatribes for over and hour, and we coudn't feel our toes. I was so thrilled by this, because I absolutely adore Ola, and I don't often get to hang out with her outside of class. I mean, we only switched phone numbers for the first time this evening, which is totally unacceptable. I went to her place and realized that (a) I am dumb and never realized that she lives with Agnes, a rad girl in my Hungarian class, and that (b) I almost rented her apartment in September, before I moved in with the guys. They are splitting a room that I was going to share with a legal studies student from Croatia named Maria. She eventually told me that two Polish girls had taken the room. Three cheers for me putting two and two together. But anyway, I got to have a lovely cup of tea and hang out with two excellent women, and there was icing on the cake as well. At her apartment, Ola busted out these:
Chocolate covered vodka. These little things are sooo good. We always have them at home too. Stephen and I absolutely gorge on them. But these ones of Ola's are of the cranberry persuasion as well. How freikin incredible are these things?
So incredible.
I finally headed home cause I needed to call my mom back for like the 6th time that day (I actually had to hang up on her earlier cause she called just as the Magyar Uber-Nationalists were starting to play the Hungarian AND Transylvanian national anthems). And let me tell you, when I got home, I found a bounty of pickled things in the fridge. I am so my gramma's grandchild. I can not get enough of pickled things. Cucumbers, beets, cabbage, anything. And I am saddened by the knowledge that when I say something like "pickled beets" you imagine something totally sad and Safeway-like, like this:
Oh man. It just makes you want to cry. No. No, screw that soggy crap that has been in the glass jar for the last 30 years. I am talking Jew-food fresh, locally encased, giant tub from the elelmiszer for $1.45, massive vat of picked beets that were crinkle cut with love in the last week:
YUM!
Oh, and in addition to a giant thing o beets, we also got some super spicy pickled cabbage. It is somewhere in between saurkraut and coleslaw, with a major punch. I cant stop eating.
Word to the wise: super-spicy pickled cabbage = double plus yum. I even want to take another picture of me eating it and upload that too, but I suspect that might be a little much. I am the love that dare not speak its name.
Ima go get some of those chocolates out of the freezer...
Labels: Asa, Budapest, food, grad school, hotlinks, liquor, Ola, rabble rousing, thin justification for my existace
Ligaya Is a Well of Greatness
Ok, I just took this from one of
Ligaya's myspace surveys. I think it may be the best idea I have heard all week, and I just had to share it.
19) If you could host a tea party with any six people alive or living who would they be? What would be the seating arrangement?
Ann Coulter next to Jon Stewart. Jesus Christ and The Prophet Muhammed at the head/foot.
George W. Bush and Jennifer Carroll opposite Coulter and Stewart. I, of course, would be busy puttering around refilling tea cups and making sure everybody had enough finger foods.
Perfect. Cept I wanna be next to Coulter. I want to have a better look at what she sneaks into her food.
Labels: Ligaya, procrastiation
There was indeed Christmas in Budapest (the booze narrative)
Ok, for starters, this is the first of a series of blog entries that I have been meaning to make for a little while. I'm playing catch up, so bear with me here. Second, I would really like to insist that I have actually NOT been drinking the copious amounts of alcohol that reading this blog might make you think I do. I'm not a drunk, my liver is fine, I just get really excited about liquor sometimes. Really excited. I mean, what do you expect me to do when people bring GORGEOUS stuff like this in to my life?
I mean seriously. SERIOUSLY! I dont even remember what we had for dinner. But I remember every drop of liquid that hit my tongue.
For starters, I had just gotten back from my trip to Warsaw with Kasia. I had brought back an assortment of goodies, including two of my favorite vodkas ever (and I fancy myself kind of a vodka snob, so know that I take these products very seriously.)
The first is
Siwucha, which is apparently a Slavic word for 'moonshine'.
This vodka comes sealed with a cork, and demands commitment. The first time I ever enjoyed this stuff was in Portland when Kasia brought back a bottle, and she and Lauren and I sat on the stoop of the pink house and cleaned the whole thing off in one evening. We didn't move from that stoop for hours, and had the most hilarious time ever. I am so in crazy love with that evening.
Then there is the
Zubrowka, the vodka infused with Bison Grass.
This stuff is so delicious, I can't even tell you. But I can try. It's sooo delicious. It is discussed in Somerset Maugham's novel The Razor's Edge:
It smells of freshly mown hay and spring flowers, of thyme and lavender, and it's soft on the palate and so comfortable, it's like listening to music by moonlight.
Then came the home brew. Kristina was one of our dinner guests/esteemed cooks for the evening. She brought with her a huge bottle of
tuica that her brother had distilled from plums in her backyard in Romania. Oh, wait, maybe I didn't say that clearly enough....ahem
DISTILLED FROM PLUMS THAT GROW WILD IN HER GARDEN IN ROMANIA. My god it was beautiful. It was a strong liquor, like palinka, but so sweet and tart, like the fruit. By the time we drank it, it had little alcohol left in it, because before she served it, she simmered it with black peppercorns and then served it hot. Here, she is going to hate this picture, but its the only one I have of the moment!
We were also serving hot mulled wine and all the beer that could be drug in the door. It was a crazy evening, what with all the food and drink. We had a lot of people over to help too.
Stephen's rad girlfriend Meghan was in town:
As well as Emrah, who was with us for a couple of days from Hospitality Club:
Heh, that guy was a lot of fun. We didn't get nearly enough time to run around while he was here...stupid papers and whatnot.
We also had all of
Tyler's family was in from California as well. It was a full house. For sure. We are still figuring out which leftovers in the fridge are from that day. My goodness.
Labels: E-mrah, hospitality club, hotlinks, house, kasia, Kristina, liquor, Meghan, photos, thin justification for my existace
Day of Indulgence and General Piggery
Today was the most gluttonous day I have had in ages. I am totally wiped out from it, but it was oh, so good.
I woke up at like 11:00 or so next to Brigette, who had been over for a fabulous slumber party at my place the night before. It involved lots of
Israeli juice products,
Polish Vodka,,
Bulgarian transvestite Gypsy pop stars, lots of Turkish food, and an Afro-Cuban dance party. It was a truly international evening that we brought to a close on Stephen's fold out couch somewhere around 3am. Behold:
Anyway, I got up at about 11, made (and drank) a huge pot of coffee, and started by day be cleaning the kitchen. It was amazing. The boys were still asleep, so I didnt have them to navigate around, I just cleared everything out of the room and mopped and scrubbed everything down. I even took a steel wool to the counter tops. Oh my god its so clean. Mwa ha ha ha.
Then we hit the road. We rolled out of the house at about 1:30. I had plans to go to Szecsenyi Baths in City Park with Brigette and Asa, and we managed to talk Luc into coming as well. We also met up with some of the new exchange students from Bard who came along for the ride: Nancy and Alex, who went to the baths and hung out with us for most of the day, and Max and Zoltan (best name ever? yes.) who meant to join us but ended up in a world of snafu and therefore were little seen all day. Anyway, here's a shot of some of my most favorite people ever on the way there:
The baths were amazing. Imagine an entire swimming pool at bathwater temperature. I mean hot, turn your skin red bath water temperature. With bubbles. So awesome.
And in the winter, it gets all steamy:
There was also a steam room that was so thick, that you could barely see in front of you. The steam in there was nearly 50 degrees celsius. You couldnt breath in through your nose, because it burned the inside of your nostrils so badly. Hardly anyone could stay in there very long, because it burned, but I loved it. They kept saying they couldnt breath, and I just had this shit-eating grin on my face the whole time, taking big gulps of hot air. It was an asthmatics dream come true. Seriously. I may have to go back just for the steam room.
We were there until we were pruned up like crazy. And Asa only threw me feet first into some random elderly guy once. Never awkward. Never. And now my skin is so soft and happy. [--Hey, Asa, you remember that time we went to the baths and you threw me into some guy? --Oh yea? Well, shut up.]
After this, we all went back to Oktogon, because we were starving, and all stuffed ourselves on indian food at the Bombay Express by Jokai Ter. And I really want to impress upon you the 'stuffed' part. That was really the only meal I had or even needed all day. And oh yum. Saag paneer had never tasted so good.
Then, we trouped over to Luc's new apartment on Rakoczi Utca to hang out and have some wonderful new shisha that he got as a housewarming present.
Before his housewarming party last night, Brigette and I went roaming through the children's section of IKEA looking for gifts. That children's department, by the way, may be the most underrated shopping experience in the world, which is odd, considering that the rest of hte store sucks the will to live or the restraint not to kill right out of me. In addition to several other things, we got Luc a stuffed rat, which we thought would be a good mascot, as he lives in the eight district (Nyoker, baby).
Stephen also pointed out that we almost rented the very apartment that Luc is now in back in September. Very strange stuff.
So, we wallowed around Luc's futon listening to Flamenco music, drinking wine, eating marshmallows, and generally being decadent for a few hours, then decided that we needed to move on with our evening. By this time it was about 8:30pm. We found a
Cukraszda down the street that was open till 9. We gorged. It was so good. Cake and cappucino was all that was needed to make that evening perfect.
At 9, Alex and Aungo and I headed off to a bar on Kiraly called Siraly [shi-raw-i] (trend?) to a show that Stefan invited us to. We got there to find a group from my department already there. Why are we the awesomest people ever? We just can't stay away. In the basement of Siraly a fabulous band was playing. They were called
Chakra Hacker, which may be the best band name I have heard in ages. They were fabulous, as would be expected. I dont think Stefan has ever suggested live music that hasn't been great. He's got a perfect track record, and I have seen some really good shows that I never would have run across otherwise.
Afterwards, I came back home and watched nearly half a season of Twin Peaks. All I can say, is that I finally get it. I mean, wow. Apparently, this show is central to the early childhood trauma of a whole generation of Croatians. This allegedly has something to do with why Marko will not go into the woods.
Ok, so here's the best part. Because all this happened today, I get to spend all of tomorrow working on fieldwork methods and figuring out what the hell Bruno Latour is talking about. Chains of translation? seriously. I mean, I get it, I just dont get it. Its going to be so interesting when he speaks here on the TBAth of March. I hope he actually makes it, because my notes have been painfully absent of a sea of arrows since I graduated from Reed and left Rob Brightman's charge. I think Latour might just be the man to bring those arrows back into my life. And it will be excellent.
Labels: Asa, Brigette, Budapest, clubs and bars, hotlinks, Luc, music, photos, procrastiation, stefan, Stephen
Dancin Queen
Ok, so I have been told that I have been seriously letting people down with my general absence from the pestilog in the last few weeks. I'm sorry. I was way busy. In fact, I only turned in my last paper from fall term on monday. MONDAY! And on Tuesday, I was very involved in the project of lying around the floor on pillows drinking Soproni and smelling the anise scented tobacco of water pipes like a freikin harem at a shisha bar down the street from our house. In fact, the same one that can be seen down at the bottom of
this post. So, that's what I have been doing with my time. Mostly.
We also had Christmas. That was nice. And another house guest from Turkey. I went to Germany for 5 days to see Kate, our hospitality club guest from October. Lots of stuff has been going on that I need to write about. But hopefully I will satiate those who have chided me for my inactivity of late with the story of my evening today.
Brigette and I have decided that we are going to go out and do more this term. Cause, last time we checked, we live in Budapest, and its pretty fabulous here, and there is lots to do that we havn't done. So in that spirit, I went down to
A38. A38 is a club that is on a boat on the Buda side of the Petőfi Híd. And not just any boat. Its a Ukrainian stone-carrier ship.
Tonight,
Szilvási was playing. They are a fabulous Gipsy band that plays around town. You can listen to some of their songs here:
Kutyamnak a LabaKothe BesjomZsav Po Lungo DromKana Ando Foro GelemThe show was phenomenal. This band attracts a crowd of dancers unlike any I've ever seen. I worked up a sweat that soaked through two shirts and a sweater while I was there. I ran into Gergő, who was there with the group, and met some German Erasmus kids at the bar.
On Monday, the same club is hosting Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. I may just have to go. Have to.
Anyway, at the moment, I am home, and finally back in my PJs. And Stephen and I have some Twin Peaks to watch. So, more stories for later.
Labels: Budapest, clubs and bars, hotlinks, music, procrastiation, thin justification for my existace
IKEA of doom
Ok, so Stephen did a
much better job introducing our new roommate and telling this story than I did. But I'ma leave my post up anyway, cause I have it on good authority that I was just born awesomer than everyone.
Well, it finally happened.
The outstanding Swedish design of our pantry just wasn't enough to overcome the forces of gravity this time around.
It could have fallen on Ben's head. Instead, it fell on another table, snapping that in half, and ripped a rack off the wall on the way down.
Fortunately, only one bottle of spaghetti sauce busted, but everything else was pretty ok. Except for the cupboard. That was toast. And it was hilarious watching the boys try to negotiate the best way to get the broken thing out of the kitchen. It was totally like helping someone who has never moved before get a 4 person couch up a spiral stair case--it turns into a physics symposium, and nothing gets done.
On the upside, it turns out that there was a fondue pot and some party favors way back onthe top shelf. woot.
Your IKEA will rebel against you. It has no keeper.
You have been warned.
Labels: Ben, house, Marko, photos, Stephen
Főzelék + Earthquakes = Recipe for Disaster?
I'M NOT GOING CRAZY! THERE
WAS A FREIKIN
EARTHQUAKE HERE!!
I totally felt it. The whole building shuddered and swayed on New Years Eve. It even woke Kasia up from her nap on the floor. It was like being in California all over again. I texted the guys, and they thought I was being stupid, that it was fireworks or my imagination or something.
But it wasn't my imagination. It was a 4.1!!
Take that boys.
Like I'm gonna trust Ohio to tell me what is and isn't an earthquake...sheesh.
Good thing I rule.
Oh, also, apparently there are people who are sad that life has deprived them of főzelék.
Be still ye mighty beasts of public outcry!
Make your own.
Zöldbors Főzelék
(Green Pea Főzelék)
--The peas in this recipe can be subbed with kohlrabi as well, which is also super awesome.
Saute about 3/4-1 cup finely chopped onion and enough garlic to fit your personal habits in about 2TBSP (but whos gonna know if you add more?)
get these all soft and transparent, like a bad liar, then add the veggies..about 2 cups (and chop the kohlrabi, seriously.)
Let the green stuff brown in the butter for about 15 min. DONT LET THE BUTTER GET TOO HOT. If you brown the butter to much, you run the risk of not being able to make a good rue, or of possibly even burning it, which will make your yummy főzelék taste like butt gravy.
After this, slowly add and stir in about 2-3 TBSP of all purpose flour. Let this cook with the butter into a nice rue.
Then add between 1 and 1/2 cups of veggie broth, chicken broth, or milk, or half and half. I mean, pick ur poison really. The flour should make the soup really thick. It should form peaks. It shouldnt be quite as clumpy as a heavy veggie casserole. Think the consistency of consentrated Campell's soup, but with lots of stuff in it. Experiment with the water till you get it right. Remember, you can always add more.
Simmer this for a while, then serve in a shallow bowl with fried things floating in it. Fried anything. Go nuts.
Then, go
here and fully congratulate yourself on taking your first steps into the mind-boggling bastion of excellent oddity that is Hungarian culture!
And then stand in the safety of a door frame just for good measure.
Labels: food, procrastiation, thin justification for my existace
Főzelék
I have to tell you about főzelék.
Főzelék (pronounced foohzelek, like the oo in book.) is a thick Hungarian soup, almost like a stew with a heavy flour and cream base. It is sold in főzelék bars where the soup itself basically comes in a small trough, and one buys various fried things to float on top and eat in a big, fried, creamy mess.
Wyatt used to go to this restaurant around the corner from our house all the time, and he referred to it as "the gravy place."
"Why do you call it the gravy place, Wyatt?"
"Cause all they have is, like, gravy. "
"Gravy?"
"Yea, lots of kinds. And you put it on shit, and its super tasty."
This 'gravy place' is actually our neighborhood főzalékfaló étterem, which is like a soup-kitchen, cafeteria style főzalék restaurant--the way it is usually served
Főzelék generally has one main ingredient. Its not like Dinty Moore where you have a pile of potatoes and carrots and beef all in the same bowl. In fact, the fillings are usually rather sparce. Főzelék is very heavy on the broth, it just happens to be broth with the thick consistency of pre-concentrated cream of mushroom soup. Főzelék is usually vegetarian too (unless of course you get the big hunk of friend chicken to go on top instead of the fried veggies or soya).
Common theme ingredients include cabbage, tomatoes, peas, lentils, and yellow beans. Sounds like all the vegetables that you dont want to eat, I know, but trust me. Its really really tasty.
I am definatly becoming a master főzelék chef before I come home.
Labels: Budapest, food, thin justification for my existace
Letters to the Editor
Kasia offers her "truthy" accounts of my previous "truthy" account of the truth.
basically, i came to the u.s. in 85. i went back once in 86 and once in 87. after 89, i went back every summer until college. in the 7 years since i started reed, i've been back (i think?) 4 times, but never for more than a month.
Also, it's not that Marko and I have the same taste in music. As his friend put it, I have no taste in music. I listen to all kinds of stuff. I am kind of musically retarded. So I'm really, really blown away by people who have very specific tastes in music, and know a lot about it. I'm also intrigued by this "indie rock" thing, because it's a classificatory genre of music that is based around the economics of the music, not the actual quality of music. So Marko offered to edumacate me. And so far, it's working out great.
Finally, I can't believe you tried to front like all we were drinking on that park bench was wine. Trying to make us sound all classy. FESS UP DUDE. WE WAS DRINKIN WEE LITTLE BOTTLES OF HOMELESS HOOCH. AND LOVING IT.
--Kasia
Labels: Budapest, kasia, Marko, music, procrastiation, rabble rousing, Warsaw
...And it was a beautiful thing
I got a Kasia for Christmas. And I absolutely loved it.
I flew to Warsaw on December 19th, and got to spend a few days there with her and her family. It was a fabulous trip. On the one hand I got to see a new city and be shown around by someone I knew. But I also loved it for the opportunity to see the people and places that Kasia holds so close to her self-image.
She has lived with her family all over the place: in Berkeley, DC, Boise, Jersey, even Germany. And every year until she was 16, I think (maybe even later), she would spend the summers with family in Warsaw. She grew up in a truly bi-cultural environment. And, because she moved around so much in the US, for as long as I have known her, Kasia has always contended that the only place where she ever felt at home, because it was the only place she came back to year after year, is Warsaw.
I also got to see Kasia climbing railings like a monkey. And in that moment, it was clear that the world was as it should be.
We slept in through half of the day the whole while I was in town because we were up bothering each other, being addicted to MySpace surveys, and working on schoolwork until 3 or 4 am next to each other on the little fold out couch in her gramma's back office. We spent a little time each day wandering around to see what we could see, but spent hours sitting in cafes and just talking, catching up on all the stories that cant be told over e mail or during our occasional trans-Atlantic drunk dials. We just talked. For hours. Over poorly mixed kirs, overpriced espressos, and the most delicious falafels I have ever had in my life. Which was fitting.
We went to the University of Warsaw one evening, where
Kasia's gramma is a sociology professor. We also stopped by the Zacheta National Gallery of Art, where we saw a phenomenal exhibition called
Polish Painting of the 21st Century. It was phenomenal. There is a great little scrolling gif of some of the paintings if you follow that link. I didn't get any pictures of the exhibit, but I did grab a shot of the main staircase, which had been doused in brightly colored paint from top to bottom.
I flew back to Budapest on the 22nd and feigned productivity through Christmas and the few days following (I still have so much work to do before class starts on Monday). But on the 29th, Kasia flew into Budapest to ring in the new year in Jokai Terrorist style. Kasia is one of the coolest people I have ever met. You may have noticed that I live with two of the coolest guys ever. Needless to say, the colliding of my two universes rendered a product that can only be called "swell."
It was a brilliant event, her three days here. I never noticed this, but she and Marko have the same taste in music. You would think I'd have caught onto this by now, not only because both of them enthusiastically wear their music collections on their sleeves (I mean, if there is one thing I know about Kasia, its her not so secret love of bands like The Killers and Neko Case, and Marko is like a walking John Cusack from Hi Fidelity, who knows more about American indy rock than I do). Also, Kasia made me a huge stack of CDs before I left Chicago, cause she's a rockstar like that, and Marko ONLY comments on my music when I play something she sent me. We ended up not making it to the shisha bar we wanted to go to on her last night in town, because the two of them spent nearly 2 hours transferring 5 gigs of music onto Kasia's computer from Marko's personal collection. Here is a picture of the two of them at New Years reciting the words to every Depeche Mode song ever written. Seriously.
The night before New Years, Stephen, Meaghan, Kasia and I walked down to the Elizabeth Bridge to go to the Rudas baths. Thats where we found all the crazy lights that are in the pics of the previous post. The baths on a Saturday night was just too full for us to handle the wait to get in, but we ended up walking around the city at night, which is always one of my favorite things to do.
On New Years Eve, we all went to the
Living Room. A whole crowd came. Stephen's girlfriend Meghan was in town, and Marko brought two friends from Croatia, Veno and Nada, who we first met when she came to visit over Halloween (check out those pics
here). I had plans to meet Asa at Oktogon, where a huge street party had been set up, but these plans got derailled, and he ended up calling me at 130am from someones apartment on Oktober 6, having been towed in by David Pupovic, with no idea where he was. The gods were indeed with us.
Later on, Marko and company stayed at the Living Room to get down with their bad selves, and Stephen, Meghan, Kasia and I trooped off with ideas of home. Instead, we started talking about cool places to visit before Kasia left, and in the end, at about 2am on New Years morning, we somehow made it to and into Szimpla (not the killer backdrop eh?).
We ran into some other CEU students, and Kasia immediately introduced herself as my facebook wife. This totally took the other students off guard, and they were like "ah, are you....really? Is that true?" Kasia responds in excellent form with "Well, I have no idea how long this is gonna last, since she is HAVING A PUBLIC AFFAIR!"
I still dont think they had fully figured out what was going on by the time we went home. I have never laughed so hard.
Her last night in town, Kasia and Marko and I stayed up till 5 am drinking wine in the park, watching Cunningham Muffins videos, and generally enjoying the heck out of each other's company while we could. She went back to Warsaw yesterday, and should be about in Chicago again by now. I miss Chicago, and the people in it. I want to have a slumber part with Sean and Ligaya so much I cant even tell you.
But its ok, because I apparently seem to have a nack for keeping a hold on rad people as life progresses.
Oh, and this just in. There is a good chance that I will get to don a tux as a groomsman in John Mayer's wedding. The happy penguin proposal will keep you abreast of new developments.
Onward to the papers. woot.
Labels: Budapest, clubs and bars, hotlinks, kasia, Marko, photos, rabble rousing, Stephen, thin justification for my existace, travel, Warsaw
