I’m cleaning the bathrooms, until they’re finally white
Cause it’s holiday time here at Suite Hostel
I know when you are sleeping; I know when you’re awake
Because even though you have keys, you press the buzzer for sungods sake!
So you better watch out, you better pay on time
You better not SHOUT, our neighbors think it’s a crime
Cause it’s holiday time here at Suite Hostel
Just a little song I wrote to help the holiday spirit here at Suite Hostel. Is it corny? You know what, I really don’t care; where’s your song tough guy? This is one of my favorite times of the year. You have snow on the ground (at least in my dreams), and good food on the table (again, at least in my dreams).
This will be my second holidays away from home, and for the second year in a row we cooked an extravagant dinner. Turkey, bacon, potatoes, salsa and beans, cookies!! It was really wonderful and nice. Everyone in the hostel gathered together, whether they were Jewish, Christian, or Buddhist, to celebrate…the FULL MOON!!! HWOOO!! Yes, that’s right, this year the full moon corresponded with Jesus’s supposed birthday. Oh yea and on a side note, freaky how close it corresponds to the winter solstice. I wonder where they got that idea from? Of course, we are suggested to celebrate all holidays too. It was just convenient it also happened to be a full moon. More importantly it meant a nice game of 3-man (played later that evening at a bar called Lampash).
Seriously though, it was a very nice day. We sat around, cooking all day (well I mainly watched); and then at night we sat together on the floor and ate our delicious meal. Sadly we quickly ran out of chairs. We discussed travel, religion, and most importantly life. Where we were going and where we wanted to end up. For one moment we were united as a big family…a Suite family if you will, and you will (sorry that joke never gets old). And it is these moments that I enjoy most about living in a hostel. When we are all together and can push aside the struggles of the outside world, forgetting about reality and just focusing on the here and now. Which for the moment happened to included awesome food, card games, good company, and a bottle of palinka- and I think everyone can agree on, it is probably one of the best here and nows.
That night of course we went to a couple of bars to continue our conversations (quiet hours in the hostel- 11:00!). We ended up at, can you guess… Lampash. Crazy how that worked out; where we played, can you guess… 3-man. Very good, I’m so proud of you! We listened to music, played, and then went home. Nothing too wild, just a nice night out with our adopted families. As I went to bed I couldn’t help but smile and think… ‘Jesus Christ, it’s fucking freezing in my room. I should have grabbed an extra blanket!’
And so everyone checked out and soon it was New Year’s Eve. We were fully booked! Our staff was very excited. I was even more excited because this group of English girls were coming back that stayed with us during the summer. They were great craic (T is this proper usage?), and together we had one of the most memorable nights of the summer. Also two of our former staff was coming to visit! Needless to say we were all very excited and you could feel the vibe extending across the hostel. I already laid a couple of mattresses out in my room to prepare for the staff…slumber party!!
Like most nights we had these grand plans of what we were going to do and where we were going to be at what times; and like most nights they were idealistic fantasies. We had wanted to go check out a couple of bars early before they got crowded, then make our way by 10:00 to Deak Ter (a big square/park) where people supposedly gather and drink, and then around 11:20 make our way to the river to see the massive fireworks show, and finally after the firework show find a club to dance until the sun came up! A grand plan, I know…I made it.
What actually happened: we hung out in our common room playing drinking games and socializing until 11:30, then we headed to the river to see the fireworks. FYI- there wasn’t a show. It was just a bunch of people lighting their own fireworks off, in what I must concede was a rather unsafe manner. Some fireworks were actually pointed in the direction of the crowds (don't know when that cover photo was takem, but it wasn't this year). Also, to be fair to us, it was -11 Celsius out. We were in no mood to go walking to Deak, and we were having a grand time talking to each other!
At the river we opted to get up on the bridge for a better show…of nothing. Around 12:20 we headed to the only place anyone was willing to travel to, Trapez. Yes, it is the bar literally right next to the hostel. We went up top and Trapez was actually lively. They took all the tables away and turned it into a dancing hot spot. We danced until about two, some of our staff Bernied across the dance floor. I was attempting to rally everyone. -11? shit that’s nothing! Talk to me when it is Fahrenheit! It didn’t work. A former staff member took a shot of absinth with me as consolation. We danced a bit more and then headed home.
In grand tradition I opted to sleep on the couch for a bit, cuddling with my friend from back home who came to visit and decided to never leave. Then I went to my room and joined the party, three beds, six people…no heat, no problem!
All in all it was a different New Year’s than I expected, but it was still great and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Although, once again it proves my point with great expectations come great disappointments. So do yourself a favor kids, don’t aspire to be a doctor or an astronaut. You’ll never make it. You’ll wind up in some gutter somewhere trying to scrounge around for a band to tie off your arm… I’m kidding…JESUS! Always strive for the best, and assume the worst. That way you are never depressed and disappointed, but instead delighted and determined. Alliteration aside, it’s been a wonderful year and I look forward to seeing you all in the new one, but for now,