Good Americans

Gosh, I love good Americans.

Take Gaines, for example. She's the ultimate all-time winner of everything for burning me a CD. That's a precious commodity around here. Now I can jam to American Idiot and Message in a Bottle for hours on end. Thanks darlin'. Plus, many people might get mad at me for constantly demanding a foosball partner or starting a pillow fight at three in the morning. Not Gaines. And I think she might have even enjoyed it.

And Emily? Goodness gracious, this girl knows that there is no better way to make a bunch of English teachers laugh than by letting a vaguely-older Eastern European man make out with you in a bar. And the best part? She was diggin' it.

Kat, too, is a keeper. This woman is so smart that when she sees two subway controllers tackle me and charge me a 2000 forint fine for not having punched my subway ticket, she simply turns, runs and jumps on the subway. Such brilliance!

Laura is so generous that she offered me a piggy back ride during the late-night rendition of Les Miserables that we decided to stage in the middle of Kalocsa. Then she started to spin. I am still inspecting myself for bruises.

NOW READING: Frankenstein and TIME (Sept. 19)
NOW DRINKING: A Portuguese red from the Lake Balaton region
NOW LISTENING TO: Dave Matthews Band's Stand Up
NOW EATING: A large loaf of bread
NOW WEARING: Tan European shoes
NOW WANTING: An old-school communist bike
NOW CURIOUS ABOUT: German parliamentary elections
NOW THINKING: Fall is here