Finally we agree on something. Perhaps that's a good sign for the rest of this meeting.
I don't know how that trip fits into your scheme of things, but for me
a lot revolves around it. I've never been back since, and if I did, I would probably be
disappointed. Nothing can compare with my personal myths.
Oh, Budapest.
The fog held us as close as we wanted to hold each other.
We fought it off with a bottle of Moskovskaya or three.
We went from vodka to bad poetry to bed.
You and me and Joe.
Are you and Joe still together?