Miscellanea
Eggs:
I just realized the other day that I haven’t had eggs benedict in almost a year and I haven’t missed them, not even once, and I still don’t. Which is really funny considering the many brunch-mornings in SF when I HAD to have eggs benedict, NEEDED them and would accept no substitute. I think I’m going to have to revise my definition of “need.”
Boys:
One thing we can learn from the Europeans is that straight men are perfectly capable of dressing themselves like decent human beings. I will no longer accept the “I’m just a guy, what do you expect!” excuse for refusing to wear anything but tee-shirts and ratty jeans.
Weather:
Holy Hell is it cold! All you people from the East Coast who’re always waxing nostalgic about the “seasons” - you’re freaking nuts. I’ve spent the vast majority of my time here being either too hot or too cold, and I’m damned sick of it. I’ve been looking at a couple possible jobs here in Budapest, and whenever I consider the prospect of staying for another year or two, the only two drawbacks are 1. I miss all you dopes back home and 2. the freaking weather!!! While part of me is really sad to leave Budapest, one thing I WON’T miss is the goddamned seasons.
There were a few scant weeks of decent weather between the heat of summer and the freeze of winter, and I was sick or out of town for all of it, so I never got to do any of the lovely day rides that I was planning for that brief moment when being on a bike all day long wouldn’t result in heat stroke or frostbite. God I love SF and it’s glorious temperate climate! Too bad it’s so exceptional in the world.
Broomsticks and security personnel:
A couple of my friends and I have been amusing ourselves trying to figure out how I’m going to manage to bring home two souvenirs that I really want to keep: a large broom and a giant wooden spoon. I’m hoping they’ll both fit in my checked luggage, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to get flagged as a terrorist if I try to bring these things on the plane with me. Either that or a witch. Tunde says I should just threaten to turn any security person who tries to fuck with me into a newt ;p
See you all in less than three weeks! holy crap!
I just realized the other day that I haven’t had eggs benedict in almost a year and I haven’t missed them, not even once, and I still don’t. Which is really funny considering the many brunch-mornings in SF when I HAD to have eggs benedict, NEEDED them and would accept no substitute. I think I’m going to have to revise my definition of “need.”
Boys:
One thing we can learn from the Europeans is that straight men are perfectly capable of dressing themselves like decent human beings. I will no longer accept the “I’m just a guy, what do you expect!” excuse for refusing to wear anything but tee-shirts and ratty jeans.
Weather:
Holy Hell is it cold! All you people from the East Coast who’re always waxing nostalgic about the “seasons” - you’re freaking nuts. I’ve spent the vast majority of my time here being either too hot or too cold, and I’m damned sick of it. I’ve been looking at a couple possible jobs here in Budapest, and whenever I consider the prospect of staying for another year or two, the only two drawbacks are 1. I miss all you dopes back home and 2. the freaking weather!!! While part of me is really sad to leave Budapest, one thing I WON’T miss is the goddamned seasons.
There were a few scant weeks of decent weather between the heat of summer and the freeze of winter, and I was sick or out of town for all of it, so I never got to do any of the lovely day rides that I was planning for that brief moment when being on a bike all day long wouldn’t result in heat stroke or frostbite. God I love SF and it’s glorious temperate climate! Too bad it’s so exceptional in the world.
Broomsticks and security personnel:
A couple of my friends and I have been amusing ourselves trying to figure out how I’m going to manage to bring home two souvenirs that I really want to keep: a large broom and a giant wooden spoon. I’m hoping they’ll both fit in my checked luggage, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to get flagged as a terrorist if I try to bring these things on the plane with me. Either that or a witch. Tunde says I should just threaten to turn any security person who tries to fuck with me into a newt ;p
See you all in less than three weeks! holy crap!