Leaving Las Slovakia

Day: 45

While I had planned today to try and rent a bike and cruise around the base of the mountain range here, when I looked out the window this morning I saw that it was pouring rain and all my outdoor activities would have to wait. I had to leave the room I’d been in the last couple of nights because a family was coming in for Easter and they had made a reservation months ago. The hotel owner had found me a room in a cheaper establishment across the street, and while I’ll miss all the swank 70’s furniture, saving money never hurt either. After breakfast I packed up my stuff and headed through the rain a couple of blocks to Hotel MS-70, where they were expecting me and had a room ready. Geez, the Slovak’s are sweet, too bad I can’t carry on a conversation with any of them.

With the rain bumming out my day, I spent the morning and early afternoon in my room writing in my journal, reading and towards 1 o’clock I had a couple of glasses of wine from the bottle had bought the other night. Around two thirty I decided to push through the rain to see if I could find some lunch with a glass of wine and get back to the bar for an afternoon scotch and some internet time. I think it was around this time that with nothing to do all day I decided it was a fine day to tie one on. A couple hours and a couple scotches later I went outside to head back to my room and guess what? The sun finally came out for the late afternoon. I was slightly intoxicated but still managed to take a few pictures. When I got back to my room I took a shower, finished my bottle of wine, and decided that if I was going to spend the whole day overindulging it might as well be with food too. I got dresses and went out for a night on the town, supposing I could find anyone else to party with.

I headed back to Svist, the restaurant that I ate at my frist night, ordered Red Bull and vodka (so I could stay up all night to party) and a pork dish with gravy. When the cute waitress (who spoke no English, I tried) brought out my first drink I immediately ordered another (a 4 milliliter pour! That’s barely more than an ounce!). I had 3 before she brought out my food and finally ordered a double with dinner. I ate and drank and was merry. After my meal I ordered another double and set up my game plan for the night. I had seen a sign that one of the pubs in town was doing a Depeche Mode video marathon, and since I like Depeche Mode, and it would give me something to do If there was no one in the bar I decided to go there. My bill came, I paid for my dinner, 3 Red Bulls, and 7 Vodkas (At 4 milliliters a pour, that’s 28 ml. About 9 ounces not really that much at all…) all for $28 and began my stagger a few blocks to the pub.

On the way there I said hello to everyone I passed until two Hungarians started talking to me in English. Woo-hoo! They were headed the same way as me so when we got to the bar I ordered the first round of beers and began talking to some ladies who spoke broken English (the best type). The Hungarians decided we needed shot after shot of whiskey to go with our beers, so soon I was kind of drunk. The time flew by and before we knew it, it was 1 am and they were closing. I had 3 Red Bulls with dinner and I almost never drink caffeine, so I was quite wired and not ready for bed. We found that there was a disco on the other side of town, so we gathered our group and went out dancing. More drinks flowed. I danced and talked to everyone and soon we were stumbling back to the hotel at 4 am.

At the end of this rainy day I realized that I managed to turn a day that had a rough start into something wonderful. A day of excess.