Not that I have any more time than usual but it feels like shame now, so let's just put some nice lines here.
August 8 to 12 we spent at Lake Balaton with the orchestra. Though the weather was mostly cloudy and windy, it was a perfect opportunity to relax (and have sex). Unfortunately, I felt just as crappy and exhausted as before by the following Tuesday.
Last week was all about my best friend's wedding. On Thursday we went to the wedding gown store with three other girls to see how to dress her properly. Then in the evening I squeezed in my timetable an appointment at the beautician to clear all those horrible spots on my face. Then just when I was ready to have lunch (at around 9.30 pm), my boyfriend rang that they were having a garden party and wouldn't I drop in. So I got home and shortly after to bed at around 1 am, which is about typical with me.
Then on Friday the four of us (the couple, the best man and I) drove to Pilis to have the real thing done, meaning signing the book. The real ceremony was on Sunday but the book can't be taken out on Sundays, so they had to get married before the wedding (funny, eh?). It was in the evening, about an hour's drive from the city centre, in addition the couple and the registrar had a lot to discuss, during which time I was sitting outside the town hall, talking to this guy I'd never met before (as he's a friend of the groom). So I got home about 10 pm.
By Saturday I felt ready for a funeral, so I didn't do anything practical, just spent the day doing sudoku, coloring my nails, applying self tan all over my breasts and things like that. By the way, did I mention the mad hunt for strapless bras?
On Sunday Mom did my hair and make-up, which consumed most of the first part of the day, so I had to leave without lunch and travel two hours by public transport in the boiling hot weather. At least I looked cute, kind of like Marilyn Monroe, plump and booby, but brunette and wearing glasses.
Anyway, the bride (my best friend ever) looked gorgeous and everything was great, excepting perhaps the fruit juice, which wasn't fresh and tasted acidic, and the main course, which was lukewarm. I danced a lot and was quite popular with boys, which is a pity in a way because my boyfriend just wouldn't dance, so I happily danced with anyone who asked, while he was sitting at the table becoming more and more sleepy and depressed. If only he would release his inhibitions, he could feel all right and I wouldn't have to worry about him while dancing with other guys. By the way, the husband of another friend danced a lot with me, which after some time started to be embarrassing for everyone, I think. But then, I can't help it. My only regret is that next day I realized that the heart of the flower on one of my shoes was missing.
The next day was August 20, a Hungarian holiday. We went to the National History Museum, tasted the new apple and poppy seed cake at Jégbüfé, listened to the jazz concert at the Palace of Arts, and watched the fireworks from Rákóczi Bridge.
On Friday we're flying to Belgium, which is going to be my first flight ever, so I'm quite excited about it.
Well, and about today. It was/is fucking hot, 39C, and I spent the day rotting on public transport, crisscrossing the city every which way. And I also had a job interview. Pray it will turn out all right at last.
P.S. I don't really know which books I haven't mentioned yet but I haven't read much lately. I spend about two weeks on a single book.
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