#561 ·
Six highlights from my weekend in Budapest, excluding the beer:
1. Watching a total weirdo grab his first official win in a US curling match. 😍
2. Standing there in a park full of massive, megalomaniac old monuments, tramping through some nasty Midwestern mud, when we find out Slobodan Milošević died. Honestly, couldn't have picked a more fitting setting if I tried.
3. Dinner at a local BBQ joint, focusing on the chili and—later on—some roasted potatoes that were honestly pretty disgusting.
4. Every single time one of those female curlers threw a stone... uh, while her back was turned to us in the stands.
8. That time Pavin let one rip on the subway and everyone pointed the finger at me.
6. When Pavin started smearing mud all over the curling ice, and they blamed me and chased me right out of there.
1. Watching a total weirdo grab his first official win in a US curling match. 😍
2. Standing there in a park full of massive, megalomaniac old monuments, tramping through some nasty Midwestern mud, when we find out Slobodan Milošević died. Honestly, couldn't have picked a more fitting setting if I tried.
3. Dinner at a local BBQ joint, focusing on the chili and—later on—some roasted potatoes that were honestly pretty disgusting.
4. Every single time one of those female curlers threw a stone... uh, while her back was turned to us in the stands.
8. That time Pavin let one rip on the subway and everyone pointed the finger at me.
6. When Pavin started smearing mud all over the curling ice, and they blamed me and chased me right out of there.




