Prague

Overdue as ever, but here’s a brief rundown of how the trip to Prague went.

Friday afternoon we head out to the train station, hop on a train that depart around 5:45pm, if I remember correctly. It’s straight from Munich to Prague, but we don’t arrive until 11:30pm. Since we got in so late, we didn’t feel it would be worthwhile, so we spent the whole night partying, and found a hostel around 8am on Saturday morning.

There were those among us who decided to go without sleep at all between Friday and Saturday, and so once at the hostel, just washed and headed right back out, taking no nap to recuperate and sleep off the booze. That sounds like a blast and all, but it meant that by 8pm or so on Saturday, they were so dead tired they slept through Saturday night and on into Sunday. Mistake!

The cool people (myself included) played it right by sleeping from around 9am till 1pm on Saturday. The rest of Saturday consisted of cruising around the city, trying to be as touristy as possible, so we could party again at night. It worked well.

I’d say my favorite part of the entire weekend was dinner on Saturday night. We (I) found this gorgeous little open air restaurant set up literally beneath the Charles Bridge. There were open fires strewn about the few tables, and the heat warmed the stones of the bridge and made it feel like you were dining in a comfortably toasty oven.

I had the best filet mignon of my life. Alex, my doppelganger, got the duck and loved it, so I think it’s fair to say that I’d've enjoyed it, too. Everything was spectacular, and the best part is we got to pay in Czech crowns. (About 30 crowns to 1 euro, man!)

Then after dinner we sought out some nice bars, and had a slower evening than on Friday. Then suddenly it was midnight, which meant it was Jesse’s birthday, and that changed all the rules. Matt and Alex and I bought drinks for everyone all night long. Matt and I opened with a volley of B-52s and lit them on fire and made everyone drink them together, then Alex started pouring absinthe down Jesse’s gullet by the shotful. We got him to submit before the night was over, the punk.

Also, I cannot possibly why, but when completely hammered, Jesse has an insatiable urge to tell tales. Fortunately there was a camera involved (unfortunately not mine, so I can’t show at the moment), so we have video of him recounting a thoroughly nonsensical epic about our night’s antics, all done in his trademark impeccable German. I’m told the video will wind up on YouTube soon enough, so just hang in there.

So, since I don’t feel like relating any of the better anecdotes right now (like how we accidentally stumbled into a strip club and didn’t notice because we were so tired and drunk, then Andreas noticed and went down to the runway, sat down as close as possible to it as he could, then promptly fell asleep, only to be awoken by a stiletto heel to the chest from a very attractive, very angry naked girl), I’ll just leave you with the pictures and let you piece together our exploits. It’ll be like a Choose Your Own Adventure book.

1. Prague (Friday into Saturday)
2. Prague (Saturday)
3. Prague (Sunday)