Budapest, a few months ago
While half-way through my week of far too many flights (in which I made inappropriate comments to an Austrian Airlines stewardess that I mentioned a few weeks ago), I'd just arrived in Budapest after a weekend in California. I'd been drinking every evening for the last 4 days and only sleeping a few hours.

The first day in Budapest I'd last slept on the floor of Toronto airport, but I was now at another conference, so had to get drunk with a whole new bunch of people. We went to a cosy little restaurant and utterly ruined one couple's night by being loud, drunk and nerdy, at which point we headed off to a club called Szimpla. The entrance to this club is on a little side street (down the road from a Tesco Expressz, they do love their z's in Hungary). The neighbourhood seemed quite decrepit, and there was no sign of anyone else on the road, but this is where google maps had told us to go. As we got a little further up the road we saw three blokes that wouldn't have looked out of place in a gangster film smoking fags at what looked like the back entrance to a supermarket. With "Szimpla" above the door.

We walked past them into what was clearly a van loading bay, then through some of those plastic strip curtains to another little room. Still no evidence of a club. A joke about the club in Blade was made. Eventually, after passing through more curtains we found ourselves in a huge place, many side rooms and bars, an out-doors area and q quirky atmosphere. If you know Bristol imagine what would happen if they took the woods, made it as big as the academy, then didn't let any rahs in.

It was awesome.

So, we stayed there until about 4am, acting like real brits abroad. I got so wankered that at one point I was confused why my cigarette wasn't working right. Turns out I lit the wrong end. But eventually, it became time to retire, and I made my way back to the hotel.

The next morning was the worst I'd felt for years, severely sleep deprived and with a huge hangover, I started to walk into the conference, about a mile from my hotel. I reached the Petőfi hid, a huge bridge across the danube, right in the middle of rush-hour. I was starting to feel really quite fragile by this point, and for good reason. Half-way across I couldn't hold on any longer, and threw up off the side into the Danube, in front of a good proportion of Budapest's commuters.

Then again. Then again. In fact, I threw up quite a bit. But eventually I did make it in to the conference.

There's a video that one of the participants shot at www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzTjg-j-pQM - see if you can spot me.
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 19:04, 3 replies)

sleeping behind the pillar?
nice music
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 0:23, closed)

sleeping on the ground i assume?

( tickle I was away, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 10:02, closed)

:)
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 12:22, closed)