I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?

"I think you can in Europe."

All excited for a minibreak in Budapest, I partied face on Friday, got up early to have someone rip all my hair out, slept for half the day instead of packing and then left my apartment like a responsible adult with plenty of time to make my 8:25 flight.

Except the flight was at 8:25am, not pm. And I had trekked to a small airport about 2 hours from Amsterdam. And I was still hungover.

Freaking out because I was meeting a friend there, I frantically try to find was to get to Budapest that evening (12 hour drive? hmmmmmm). Then, miracle upon miracles, my friend also missed her flight. So, headed back to Amsterdam, considering drinking a bunch of absinthe, but opted to turn in somewhat early and actually make a 9:30 A.M. flight out.

Irregardless (I had to drop that in there -- mostly because this Dutch guy I had a meeting with last week used it and I have to thank Ben Afleck for shaping business English around the world), the Governor and I finally met up in Budapest. Since we ended up there for the raging party nights of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, I have to say that the supposed crazy nightlife was a bit of a let down (the coolest people we met were shotgun wedding honeymooners from Georgia).

That aside, the baths were awesome ("szaunas" and wave pools!), great architecture, fury chickens and lots of weird, fun sights like a fake labyrinth and popcorn cave. We also got cheap massages, though Doyle still gets props for the best neck rub ever. Back in the A'dam, we're gettin' psyched for a weekend of live sex shows and a fancy dress parties. Woo woo.