Dave is…
In Budapest.
(Note: My apologies to Bonnie, and to everyone else, for the delay in posting. Internet was inconsistent in Transylvania. Go figure. Also Bonnie, know that I share your profound sorrow, not to mention shock, at the departure of Jason Isbell. I did not see that coming and really think as good as their pedal steel guy is, he hardly replaces what Jason brought to the group. I will miss his guitar, his vocals and the emotion he brought to the show. In November I thought his cover of the Stones’ Moonlight Mile was brilliant and its a damn shame hes gone.)
From what I hear Central Park got something like 7.5 inches of rain today, the second most in a day since 1896. Bet that sucks. I wouldn’t know it was upper 70s and I spent the day laying out in the park, soaking up the sun, reading my book and admiring the ladies in bikinis.
That’s really about all I did today. I wandered around for a while, checking out the monument to Soviet soldiers
and a more appropriate Nagy statue but really most the day was given over to sloth.
There is a beautiful park on an island in the middle of the Danube. So I walked out there and wandered around exploring the ruins, the zoo, the bike paths and ultimately the Sheep’s Meadow esque fields where Budapest was enjoying a lazy Sunday of sunbathing.
All except one group of those weird karate/fitness people who sort of dance around pretending to kick each other. That’s pretty popular in Europe and despite looking pretty damn goofy they drew a decent crowd of spectators.
All my attention was completely captivated by the girl sunbathing near me. She was by far the most beautiful girl I have seen in all of Europe (And no Sharp I regret to say I did not get a picture). She was so beautiful that I actually intended to go and initiate conversation, something I don’t think I have ever done completely cold like that. However while I was screwing up my courage and debating the chances she spoke English, two fucking Hungarians beat me to the punch. (And turns out she did speak English. Damn.)
After such a relaxing afternoon I was ready for an intense evening of watching football, three matches back to back. I mean I really didn’t do a damn thing today and it was pretty great.