Sellout

I showed up...silly me...in Gdansk, Poland, and practically got snubbed from every hostel. On the 3rd one, I got the "Rudy Suite", the janitor's room in the basement, for cheaper than all the other rooms anyway....HA, backpackers, I say.

Sufficiently scared, I booked a hostel for Warsaw...something I said I'd never do. I am the poser I said I'd never be. No turning back.

Just coming back now from a night out with some Irish dude playing the "are you gonna let an Irish guy drink alone?" guilt trip, so I'm typing a bit sideways. All I know is that the people sharing a room with me here think it's their apartment, and I'm Samois and expected to do the dishes...(had to be there, but probably better if you weren't). (I.E. Their crap's all over...shampoo bottles, bags, etc, etc.)

I'm on the top bunk and it's ridiculously high up. Need to type some more to sober up enough to climb up it. To give some perspective, earlier today, I put my bag up there and made the bed and St. Peter, or whoever that guy you all think greets people at heaven's gate, was there, like, "What you doing up here, Big Nose?". Innocently, I responded, "Man, it wasn't me who put this bed through to the heavens...But I thought you guys were EOE...Peace out..."