I woke up and hung out with Shannon for a while, a Retox bed bitch (lives at the hostel for a short time for free doing menial cleaning tasks and errands) who was finishing up that day and so had no cleaning duties. I then went back and packed not wanting to have to do a rush job the next morning.
I went out and did something. Only I can not for the life of me remember what.
Then it was time for happy hour at arribas where I had four margaritas and felt pretty good about that. There was a huge group today and much fun was had. I received many arse slaps due to a BPH rule that forbids the word "mine", if ya say it ya get a slap. And I am not quite conditioned out of the habit yet.
Drunkenly we returned home and got changed and ready for the spa-rty. The big ass party in the thermal baths.
We started out at Retox bar where for some reason people kept handing me more drinks for free. Huh. Well I wasn't complaining. Jess glitterised everyone's faces, mine included and then off we set in a massive walking train all the way to the baths. All the ti e aware of the Budapest noise curfew and the legends of thrown eggs, food, piss and shit from locals's windows. Urgh.
We made it, unsoiled and checked into the baths. You pay for a drink card, load it up with money and use that to pay by scanning your card. Much better than trying to stash or keep money dry.
And on it was. Great lighting, great music and beach balls a plenty. I learnt early not to take my drink into the water. Unless I wanted it laced with pool water, and worse. Much worse.
Finding the staffers again I was with them the rest of the night. Where I made a spur of the moment decision to tackle and wrestle Krusty. Inadvertently screwing up an old shoulder injury for a few moments. Once fixed, Krusty revealed that he in fact was on his high school wrestling team, leotards and all. To which I had zero hope of ever controlling my laughter. Only in America hey.
There was more excitement, craziness and much grouping. As we were leaving Krusty remembered a conversation the staffers had had earlier and very abruptly "marlined" me. Marlin, as in a prize catch fish. It involved him picking me up and lifting me out of the water, hooking a finger in my mouth and displaying me as if I were a sword fish. My mind realed in the shock trying to figure out if I, as a feminist, needed to be offended. I decided no I didn't and let the laughter run free. It was damn funny.
We got a cab home drank and tried to make the night last forever, as it was my last.
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