That certainly puts me in my place. Thanks a lot.
That trip was wild, wasn't it? Sometimes it seems like yesterday to me, the gray Danube
and Joe's laughter, but there's a lot I've forgotten too. Indistinct.
The fog was too thick and we were too drunk. Drunk for days and spending money
like lords. Or Westerners who'd just exchanged on the black market.
Oh, Budapest. It can't have been a pretty sight.
Strange thing to feel nostalgic about, isn't it?