Irish Band - Friday night

Friday night was fairly uneventful, but a little stressful none-the-less.  I set out to see the Irish band at a Cocsma (pronounced coach-ma) near my flat.  Luckily it wasn’t too far, because Tata seems to save some of it’s city budget by not lighting much on the side streets – and with lots of cats and dogs roaming around, there are a lot of “startling” things happening as you walk in the dark.  So I got a take on this Cocsma from some colleagues, because as I said earlier, I was told that cocsma’s are not for women.  This one, however, is a restaurant as well.  In fact, Tata is SO exciting – it has this special bar – and when translated, the name of the bar is “pirate ship.”  Yes, Tata has it’s very own pirate ship bar.  It’s totally cheesy, but whatever.  Having had the experience of the last time I watched the Irish bar, I showed up a little bit later than they told me the performance started.  However, this was a mistake, because by the time I got there (only about 15 minutes late) people had already staked out their seats and were settled in much better places for viewing than I got.  I bellied up at the bar- and surveyed the situation.  Elisabeth (the part time controversial teacher from my department) was there with her husband, but thankfully they were seated at a two person table and it would have been a fire hazard for me to sit with them.  Also, Joszi’s wife was there, but she speaks no English, and I don’t think she likes me very much – so I just stayed with my choice at the bar.  I happened to be standing next to two men who were speaking English, but they were conversing with a Hungarian woman.  I chickened out and missed the opportunity to speak to quite possibly the only other native English speakers in Tata, but it was okay.  Sometimes it’s nice to just be anonymous for a while.  I ordered a beer, and after asking for the menu in Hungarian, I ordered some sort of appetizer with grilled tomatoes, fresh tomatoes and ewe’s cheese.  It was pretty good, but very fancy and probably a little more money than I wanted to spend.  Oh well.  Then, things turned a bit awkward… It was a break for the group, and it seemed that many sets of eyes were on me.  I felt awkward so I called Megan so it looked like I had some friends, and something to do.  How many times can you look at a cocktail menu?  Sidenote: when I was looking at the cocktail menu – I saw something I had never seen before.  There was a “Sex on the Beach” drink, and on the next page, a “Safe Sex on the Beach” the virgin version of the sex on the beach.  How funny is that?!  Anyhow, I pretended to have very important people to text and call while they were on break, and made it through- but for some reason I felt really uncomfortable. I am not close enough with any of the band members to join their tables, of friends and family – so once they were done I left.  In the pictures you can see the "layout" of the pirate bar.  Quite amusing!!