Flanders isn't drunk

Last Friday apparently was Newman Day which Flanders certainly knew. Unfortunately for you all I basically talked him out of it. He didn't want to do it alone (I guess that's a little more alcoholic then shotgunning alone, even for the Flan-man). I would (did) have considered it but
a) it was the third day of class I'd be drinking through
b)We had class the next day at 9
c) Flanders isn't even in the same class room as I so I wouldn't even witness the real drunkeness of it all
d)We had been here less than a week, I didn't really know how to get home late at night, let alone wasted late at night (I'd find that out later, if there's a YoYoYoisdrunk blog somewhere that Flanders is authoring it's quite a story)
e)A million other reasons.

So that was disappointing, but Flanders provided some entertainment anyway. We were getting lunch at a buffet style restaurant recommended to us. After awkwardly ordering food Flanders found what appeared to be the only beer at the place. Leave it to Flanders to drink at the buffet. He said it was to celebrate Newman Day or what not. Anyway, we're eating at a table and Flanders casually asks "What does alchoholius freeus mean in German?" (Obviously this is not correct, as that looks like latin, but it was that clear). Sure enough in about seven languages the beer was alchohol free. Flanders was pissed, asking what's the point, comparing it to decaf coffee and such. Flanders couldn't get drunk at class.

Later that night we had a local take us on a bar hop around town. Showed us a few cool local pubs. Flanders had a few beers but mostly remained well behaved as far as I can remember. After we decided to check out this baller castle in Buda. Flanders proceeded to explain to everyone how we'd visited a casino and how he'd won money on the tram over. Nobody was particularly interested in his story, and the tram was a lot for a tipsy Flanders to handle, more than once almost falling right into my lap. This was the groups first look at drunk Flanders, and I think they didn't know what to do.

On the walk home Flanders seemed to lose 15 years in age and wouldn't stop asking "Are we there yet?" over and over. I don't know what this was about. Didn't really follow the usual drunk characteristics. I can only hypothesize that the pace was less than his 8 minute mile marathon clip and he wanted to run somewhere. Anyway, the next day he claimed, that was such a long walk last night, we walked at least ten miles after Moskva Ter (Moscow Square you ignorant Americans). In reality it had been literally a short jaunt across the street.

It was a relatively quiet night, but I tried to document it well because it was the groups first experience with drunk Flanders. Saturday (story coming soon) would prove to be another experience for them and soon I will try to teach them the chant. Until next time, peace out from Maygarorszag.

Where the hell is Flanders?

Not as exciting at the title suggests, but this happened before we even arrived in Hungary.

Flanders and I realized a couple days before that we were taking the same connecting flight to Budapest from London Heathrow. This was most exciting to me because if I was lost in a foreign land at least I wasn't lost alone, but I digress. We made the plan to meet up in the airport by the gate of our connecting flight. Seems reasonable enough. So I arrive at Heathrow without trouble and as I'm going through security I see Flanders in the distance. I didn't really want to make a commotion trying to flag him down, so I watched the direction that he went and carried on my way. Hell yeah, this was going to be easy.

I get through security and wander the way he seemed to have gone. He's nowhere to be found, but that's not that ridiculous. This is Terminal 5, but it's freaking enormous. I'm told this is the new terminal, but still, Heathrow is obviously a big airport from what I've seen. So I go check to see where the gate is. Whoops, they don't tell you what gate it is until an hour before...and I have like a five hour layover. So I wander some more, yo-yo in the most prominent area (an activity I felt might draw enough attention while wasting time), surf the internet, watch some Mad Men, wander some more, and yo-yo some more. About 3 and a half hours later I turn around and two rows of chairs back is Flanders, sitting towards me oblivious.

I yell at him. "What the hell man, I've been yo-yoing here for like twenty minutes?" Suffice to say he didn't see me. I ask him what he's been up to. He says he's had 2 or 3 pints in the bar while he waited. Not only that but British Airways gives free drinks (!!) so he's had a beer and wine on the plane (as well as coffee, water and apple juice...apparently he peed three times). At this point it's not fair to call him drunk, but he must have been buzzed.

To make matters more interesting we arrived around 8:00 GMT, which is 3:00 EST. So he was drinking most of these beers around 5 in the morning EST.

Updates Coming

As many of you know, it's been my job to keep tabs of Flanders as he travels to the land of the Magyars. He's sitting across from me though, and updates will have to come later.

There are a few good tales to come. Stay tuned.

Bedtime Stories Wanted

Dearest informant,

We need updates, please.

Tent Croo '09