Deja Vu. I’m in Budapest for a second New Years Eve, the last one coming back in 2008 with my then girlfriend and a bunch of her mates. Fun times indeed. Booze and arguments I’m usually a firm believer in not retracing steps, seeing as many new things as possible, but this was an opportunity to cleanse the city of bad memories and create new ones. That and friends from the summer camp I worked at last year live locally, and it’s a good base for me to see out the winter and pick up some work. Odd then that for all the bars in all the city I wind up at the first one I went to with my ex.
I think I probably wrote extensively last year about how this is the most overrated, anti-climatic night of the year. Well I don’t care if I did, because I’m going to do it again. A group of randoms I’ve latched onto are wandering around town, trying to find a decent bar and various mates scattered all over the town. It’s bitterly cold. Establishments are full. Prices are high. I’m getting bored.
After tramping about for an age, I discover that we’re back at a bar I recognise all too well. It was four years ago, so I’m not really that bothered as at least we’ve found somewhere warm and relatively cheap. No sooner had we sat down than everyone wants to get up again to march back to the river to watch the fireworks. I’m left with another girl as we both can’t be bothered. A few minutes later someone behind me blows a horn. There is little commotion.
“Is…is that it? Is it New Year?”
“Errr, yeah. Yeah I think it is. Happy New Year.”
“Right. Happy New Year.”
An hour or so later and I’ve tried to give her a kiss. She’s not having any of it. I’m not sure how I got home, but I think it involved throwing a map at a taxi driver and demanding to be taken to the spot marked ‘X’. I can honestly say hand on heart, I actually had more fun in 2008.
Happy New Year people. All the very best to you and yours. There are 365 days ahead that are going to be much better than this one.
New Years Eve
Deja Vu. I’m in Budapest for a second New Years Eve, the last one coming back in 2008 with my then girlfriend and a bunch of her mates. Fun times indeed. Booze and arguments I’m usually a firm believer in not retracing steps, seeing as many new things as possible, but this was an opportunity to cleanse the city of bad memories and create new ones. That and friends from the summer camp I worked at last year live locally, and it’s a good base for me to see out the winter and pick up some work. Odd then that for all the bars in all the city I wind up at the first one I went to with my ex.
I think I probably wrote extensively last year about how this is the most overrated, anti-climatic night of the year. Well I don’t care if I did, because I’m going to do it again. A group of randoms I’ve latched onto are wandering around town, trying to find a decent bar and various mates scattered all over the town. It’s bitterly cold. Establishments are full. Prices are high. I’m getting bored.
After tramping about for an age, I discover that we’re back at a bar I recognise all too well. It was four years ago, so I’m not really that bothered as at least we’ve found somewhere warm and relatively cheap. No sooner had we sat down than everyone wants to get up again to march back to the river to watch the fireworks. I’m left with another girl as we both can’t be bothered. A few minutes later someone behind me blows a horn. There is little commotion.
“Is…is that it? Is it New Year?”
“Errr, yeah. Yeah I think it is. Happy New Year.”
“Right. Happy New Year.”
An hour or so later and I’ve tried to give her a kiss. She’s not having any of it. I’m not sure how I got home, but I think it involved throwing a map at a taxi driver and demanding to be taken to the spot marked ‘X’. I can honestly say hand on heart, I actually had more fun in 2008.
Happy New Year people. All the very best to you and yours. There are 365 days ahead that are going to be much better than this one.