This gloomy, never-ending winter is finally over. I swear, winters feel longer and longer every year. And we don’t even get snow or real sub-zero temperatures anymore, and maybe that’s what makes this constant greyness even more unbearable. Though, I have to say, I did spend a good chunk of time warming up in Marilyn again this year. I honestly believe that my stable winter mental health is largely thanks to the fact that I regularly hang out with almost naked girls in my free time. So, I highly recommend hitting up a strip club whenever you get the chance! Nothing warms you up like a lap dance. Or pole dance. Or table dance. Or just a good drink and a comfy seat, some people-watching, and a chat.
Did you know that Scandinavians actually have a whole strategy to avoid winter depression?
They exercise a ton because it boosts endorphin production in the brain, that happy hormone. They travel to warm places, which in some Scandinavian countries is even subsidized by the government. And of course, we all know about the connection between sunshine and vitamin D. They’re constantly reminding people to look out for one another, and if someone shows signs of depression, they encourage therapy, which the state covers, both for adults and kids. Pretty amazing, right? And while you’d expect people in Scandinavia to be the most depressed – since they basically don’t see sunlight for months – they actually have the lowest rates of depression and anxiety. Kinda makes you think…
I have my own tried-and-true method for keeping the winter blues at bay. In addition to regular workouts, I make time for saunas, I travel a few times during the colder months if I can, and – of course – I go to the strip club. I drop by every single week. As soon as you step through the door, you forget all about the weather outside. You see the dancers, the show never stops: lap dance, pole dance, table dance, private dances if you want. There’s no better night club in Budapest.
The vibe alone is worth it – the entire staff is incredibly kind. And the guests are usually pretty chatty too, you can easily join a small group or a bigger crowd. Something about the atmosphere just puts everyone at ease. It feels like home. And the themed nights are absolute killers as well. Last year they only did it every other week, but this year there’s something genius happening every Thursday.
My personal favourite so far? Tie Day – yeah, I blogged about it before, and I really hope they bring it back this year. Last year’s party was insane! The events this year are super creative too – just when you think nothing can top the last one, they drop something even better.
I love spring. It always brings a sense of renewal.
I remember this crazy snowstorm about 10-12 years ago, at the end of March. You probably remember it too – everyone got that SMS saying that if you’re cold in your car, go sit in someone else’s. Okay, maybe the message didn’t exactly say that, but that’s what stuck with everyone. I was heading home from my parents’ place in Zala. There really were snowdrifts on the road, and the snow was falling like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t even drive properly, the road was exhausting, it was dark already, and visibility was terrible. I stopped at a gas station to stretch my legs and grab a coffee.
And then the SMS came. There were quite a few of us at the station, and everyone’s phones dinged at the same time – it was surreal. Suddenly it went quiet, everyone deep in thought. It’s not like our government usually sends us personal messages. So, I figured I’d break the silence and asked if anyone wanted to hop in someone else’s car. People started laughing, the tension eased. I filled up my tank just in case. No one really took it seriously – we all just went on our way.
I’d gone about 40-50 kilometers when I saw flashing hazard lights in the distance. We’d been stopped for a while, so I turned on the radio to find out what was happening – figured maybe there was an accident. But it turned out to be much worse. The snowdrifts were so massive ahead of us that moving forward was impossible. And to make things worse, snowploughs didn’t arrive until dawn. By then, I had five other people in my car – two drivers had run out of fuel. It was a tough night, but definitely one to remember. Maybe the last real snowstorm we ever had – even if it wasn’t in winter…
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