Dept. of Evenings Lost: A Brief Musing

MARCH 28, 2008
GÖDÖRKLUB, BUDAPEST

BEARING AN UNEATEN piece of cheesecake on a plate, a man wends his way toward the bar, slipping through the crowd of 20-somethings, some swaying to the the live music, others swaying on their own accord. Still others, having only just arrived, stand stolidly, peppered throughout the masses, sipping on their glasses of Dreher and Tokaji, waiting for the alcohol to percolate into their veins.