So I left Wednesday, and after a brief stop-over at my grandparents booked myself into a hostel near Wien Westbahnhof, the place I'd stayed at for a few times many years back. I did not get a single room for my first night, only a very tiny fourbed room, and a bottom bed at that.
While bottom beds are probably better because they are darker (people in hostel like turning the light on and off at all times, which wakes me up) I have always prefered to sleep on top because I am both scared of the top bed collapsing on me and sleeping under a bed wetter.
I dumped my stuff on my bed and went on to a little place called Rhiz to see Wolfgang Wiesbauer perform (he normally plays with Aber das Leben lebt and I really enjoy their music). I got there a bit early, so I could listen to the DJ playing some stuff that I enjoyed, but mostly the type of music that has no audible highpoints, and always makes me feel like something is about to start, until I realize it is already over.
Wolfgang Wiesbuaer's show I highly enjoyed, it was a bit short but achingly beautiful, I recommend that you go to euroranch and have a listen. (I trust that you a smart enough to do a search of the page).
He also looked immensly stylish in black clothes and red addidas trainers.
I went back to the hostel with what I think was one of the last undergrounds. The lights were already off in my room when I got there, so I just made sure I'd crawl into bed as quietly as possible.
It was also unbearably hot and sticky, in the morning I discovered the heater had been running at full blast and the window was impossible to open.
Luckily I got hold of a single room for the night after.
The following morning was spent hysterically trying to organize a place with a single room in Budapest, plus checking for trains, then I hit off to tour the city.
I got to do most of what I wanted (even though it was freezingly cold and raining all day), including visiting my favourite record stores and a new one that had not been there the last time I visited Vienna. I had loads of sandwiches and the famous Treszniewski; this time the one near Stefans Dom, not the ugly new one on Mariahilfer Strasse.
I got four records (the Wolfgang Wiesbauer one, a Bright Eyes ep, the new Azure Ray album and Rufus Weignwright with Poses).
In the evening I went to the Film Casino to see Lost In Translation, which I enjoyed a great deal more than I had The Virgin Suicides, although Sophia Coppola seems to be in great favour of people lounging on the bed looking aesthetically depressed.
I woke up early enough Friday morning (because people who stay in youth hostels are noisy and inconsiderate and like banging their doors and shouting accross the whole building) to catch the 8:30 am train on to Budapest. The weather appeared to be nicer from the inside of the train, at least the sky was blue but it turned out to be very cold inspite of that.
I booked myself into my hostel and it turned out I got a complete appartment to myself, which meant the prospect of a very quiet night, as it was on top floor.
(There was my single room, the kitchen and a dorm. Also a huge bathroom).
I rested for a bit until it was time to meet my friend.
Needless to say, the "People are Cunts" shirt I gave him was greatly appreciated and so was the cat food, but the latter not by my friend, of course. We had a great deal of fun hanging around at his place, until it was time to say goodbye for the day.
The day after my friend, his boyfriend and I went to the zoo, which was a great deal of fun, too bad I did not bring my camera.
Afterwards we had dinner and choclate organge cake. Then it was on to the hostel.
Sadly this night I had flat mates, who liked lounging in the kitchen rapping and talking over crap music and running around in high heels.
I yelled at them to please stopl yelling, which they did.
This probably was not even as bad as it sounded, but I was grumpy and tired and I had a cold.
The following day, Sunday, I hooked up with a Norwegian (inspite of being anti social) to go to a bath.
This is not the way it sounds, first of all men and women were separeated, secondly he was way, way too old, and thirdly he was married.
The bath was lovely, very old, of course. I enjoyed the hot tub and the hot steamy room, which I am not sure about whether this was the sauna or just the steam bath.
I briefly hooked up with my friend afterwards but he had to go soon to prepare for his work.
In the evening I had dinner with the Norwegian, who sadly started hitting on me. Needless to say, I politely declined by telling him I was lesbian, or at least hinting at it, so he would ask and I would just have to say "yes"
This was pretty much the end of my trip, nothing more of excitement happened.
I had work waiting for me when I came back home, these people are still at it, and still not able for once to give positive feed back. I am getting tired of this.
I honor their perfectionism and decidication but not when it drags on and on. Epecially when they complain stuff about the bullets in an unumbered html list not being aligned completely with the text (noone who checked for me would have even noticed) which is a browser thing anyway.
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