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.