So as you may or may not have heard, we have a religion here at Suite Hostel! We don’t have an official name as of yet, but I am calling it a Suite Hellenistic Polyscientheism…or in other words we are a polytheistic (many gods) of ancient Greece (Hellenistic) decent; however, we don’t believe in them as actual deities (Scientism) but as representative of the scientific forces that give our world life. So I won’t bore you with the details here, but if you are interested in reading more see my upcoming post about our religion.
This post will talk about our escapades on the winter solstice, which is one of the two biggest days of the year for us; and it happens to be the first one that we had a chance to celebrate (religion was created September 15th, so the summer solstice hasn’t occurred yet). As I hope all of you know, the winter solstice is the shortest day of the year. It is physically lasts only a couple of minutes as the sun is located at its lowest elevation in the sky. At this point in time the northern hemisphere will start to tilt back towards the sun and of course the southern hemisphere will begin to tilt away. From here on out the days will begin to get longer…is there any more reason to celebrate? We thought not, so in our grand religious traditions we let the beer flow and, well…
I’m not sure at what point I blacked out. I guess I better start where I remember. So the day started off with one of our staff feeling very ill, we all thought it was appendicitis. So, we urged him to go to the hospital. Being the gentleman I am, I escorted him along. He was very apprehensive to go by himself. Two hospitals later, a blood withdrawal, and a couple of x-rays, we found out it wasn’t appendicitis; so we dipped out. Seemed reasonable enough, he wanted to go earlier (he was feeling much better), but I at least forced him to find out it wasn’t appendicitis. Once we did, I didn’t care if we left early (doctors wanted to keep him for more observations). Anywho, we eventually got back to the hostel around 8:30.
Some of my friends had to leave to go to work, so we made plans to meet up at Krimo(my favorite bar) by 12:00. In the meantime we started the pre-drinking in the hostel, with eight Brazilian guests. We chatted longer than anticipated and we eventually headed out around 10:50. We frequented the usual favorites, Trapez (1 beer); Angels and Demons Astoria (1 shot), and finally made it to Krimo just before 12. We ordered a couple of beers there and eventually our friends came to meet us. Even though it was a little after 12, I wasn’t worried. With the gang back together we headed out for the best place on a Monday, Kurplung! Featuring half off drinks, it would be the perfect place to welcome in the solstice.
This is where things started to get fuzzy. We met up with more friends, and then got into our standard religious drink…absinth (oh yea! I just remembered I enjoyed a couple of shots of this in the pregame). It’s the best bargain for your money, and my personal favorite. Yes, I happen to like the taste. We hung out for a bit, and we eventually got separated from the Brazilians. Not on purpose. It’s harder to stay together at the bigger places. We wandered around; I imagine some scalping went on. I lost a game a fives and had to pay for a round of drinks, nothing too crazy. After a while though I guess we got bored. There was an open mic night, so we proceeded there. At this point one of us performed a couple songs. We sat and listened, had a beer and then moved on to none other than Angels and Demons (I think). Realistically two things could have happened at this point: we either went to the 24 hour bar for a beer and then to Angels and Ds, or we just went right to Angels and Ds. I’m really not sure. To be honest, I don’t even really recall open mic night. I thought we went right to Angels and Ds, but I was assured we did in fact go to open mic.
Anywho we did chill in Angels and Demons for a beer and then decided to head home for the sunrise around 4:30. We officially had about an hour before not only the sun came up, but also as it would be at its lowest elevation (at the equator I think, athough not positive). Anyways it marks the point in the orbit when the Earth's tilt will begin to change. We wanted to be awake for both! So we headed out back towards home. It was still dark.
We then hung out in our common room. We played a couple rounds of three man, which is our traditional holiday drinking game. We were all pretty fucked at this point, so the game didn’t last long. Within the hour one of us was playing guitar, and the other two passed out. I myself was in and out of sleep. I like to think I was physically awake at 5:34, but I am not sure. At some point during this sleepy time, probably around 7:30, we finished my bottle of absinth. This again woke me up, and my guitar playing friend and I went to Trapez for a day cap. We had a couple of beers there went back to Angels and Demons for another one, then planned to meet up later.
Back at the hostel all was quiet on the western front. People were filling me in on what happened. I felt super bad. I hate so hate losing control, whether it can be justified or not. And this was probably just going to hurt us in the long run. I slept for a bit. I watched three sexy witches. I played guitar. I ate. Before I knew it, it was dark again, and we were supposed to go ice skating. I didn’t want to go, I was still drunk. But I am a man of my word. At the ice rink (which by the way is the largest outdoor rink in Europe), it took me awhile to get my legs back under me. Luckily, by the end of it I started to sober up, and could once again skate at a decent clip. I even had some people come up to me and ask me to teach them to skate. I was flattered, and realized I was a terrible teacher. I had been skating since I was a kid and now it just comes natural, I never really thought about how I do it. They cut the skating off an hour earlier than usual. I was a bit pissed off because they also made us pay an extra 500HUF; however, I was also slightly relieved as I was ready to go.
We went back to the hostel and hung out, trying to figure out what to do tonight. We played shit head, where I cleaned up, and we started to pre drink. It was one of our guests who had stayed with us for over a month, last night. So he was meeting a girl and we decided to meet up with him at a place called Stifler bar. It is a sports bar where you can play billiards at. We hung out with him for a couple of hours until he decided to walk his girl friend home. We made a stop at one of my friends work spots to clean up the apartment for the next people renting it out. We made plans to meet back up at Angels and Demons for one last beer. He met us there an hour later and we got one last beer with him. It was simultaneously fun and sad. He was a good kid, and I was sad to see him go, but such is the life at a hostel.
Walking back to the hostel we stopped at his favorite bakery for one last crème cheese puff. IT was fucking delicious. He swore by them for two months, and I finally took his advice and got one. When we got back to the hostel we had a last smoke break and said out goodbyes. I wished him a safe flight and promised to visit if I was ever in Norway. I was about dead and it was time for me to slumber the next ten hours away. My two day bender had finally come to an end. Quite a way to celebrate our first winter solstice, I think we welcomed it in with grand style. I was quite proud. People might think our religion is a joke, but I do believe in it. We do nice to do nice, we live our lives without fear, and we live our lives to enjoy the moment. We might not have a higher power, but we do have a sense of the magnificent. This was the shortest day of the year, from here on out the days will get longer. We are moving towards spring and then summer. It is my favorite day of the year in that respect, it is the winter solstice, and it is a grand holiday,