More English Speakers

(Tim) Well, the Journey is preparing to pull out of Budapest. Tim and Tom spent two more nights out on the town. After calculating my estimated calorie consumption, I am beginning to feel that a more appropriate title for this blog may be "The Quest for 250." Our first night here we went to an authentic Hungarian restaurant and I enjoyed some schnitzel, which is evidently Hungarian for "deep fried goodness." We have enjoyed continued success with tasty beer here as well. Only in France did I nearly vomit with every sip. But even then, that did't slow us down. You gotta want it, friends.
The past two nights we actually ended up at the same bar. Two nights ago we first went to a big outdoor festival called Zold Pardon. We were there all of three minutes before we realized that few, if any of the several thousand people there were over the age of 17. Lots of cokes in hand. The "Let's Go: Europe" book that I have suggested it in their nightlife section. Relevant information like "if you've hit puberty, you're in the minority" would have been nice. But not to be debodaciousized, we had secondary locations at the ready. So after confirming that this place is dead anyway with Tom, we, as they say in America, "bounced." After asking about 4 people who had no idea what the hell we were saying, we found a bouncer that spoke some well English. He said that we might want to try the place next door called Rio. I asked if there would be adults present and he said yes, but perhaps many gypsies. I asked what gypsies were and he said "like Latino." So I screamed "RACIST!" at him, thanked him for his help, and went into Rio. It was also a huge outdoor place that had about five bars. When we arrived, there were maybe 30-40 people scattered about. Within the next 90 minutes, there we literally over 1,000 people packed in everywhere. I must point out that Hungarians hate urinals. The bathrooms at these bars had about 15 stalls. So there are a million people coming in and out of there and I walk in and there are 15 empty urinals. No lines, no waiting. Pretty sweet situation for a man comfortable with his sexuality. Tom used the stalls.
We actually had a lot of fun there because we met a big group of Austalians and talked to them most of the night. Our conversation was sparked when one of them was taking a picture of a guy leaning over the bar showing the world his huge, grotesque plumber's crack. We joined in the pointing and laughing only to find out that he was with the group as well. They mentioned how they couldn't wait to show him and everyone else the pics in the morning. Ah, ridicule. The global language. In our hostel we also met three college kids from America who are studying in Ireland and taking a vacation right now. They mentioned that they couldn't find anywhere to go the previous night, and we told them of our adventures at Rio and Zold Pardon. The bodaciousness of Tim and Tom was instantly conveyed, and they went out with us last night. Overall, good kids. One kid asked us if we feel old because we don't look old. It was kind of a funny thing to say, because due to the number of people at least six years younger than us that we've come across, we definitely do feel old. But since he mentioned that we don't look old, I labeled him a good egg. They're on their way to Vienna today as well, so maybe we'll run into them again.
The romance had waned a bit in the past few days, so Tom made sure we stopped at Budapest's biggest park to sit down in the grass and do some journal writing together. Back on track. Budapest has some nice sights, but seeing Prague right before kind of lays a smackdown on it. But we have enjoyed Hungary and that's all that counts. Oh, and the ice cream here is damn good.

Special note to Papa O'Hagan: You've got a future in blog commentary, sir.