I’m sitting in Prague’s dreary airport with my dearest friend in the world. We have several hours (7 or 8 I believe) to kill before our rescheduled flight will depart. We have no money to buy diversions or snacks due to recent events, and we have taken to drastic measures to entertain ourselves:

my faded denim what was I thinking bum

my friends’ much more stylishly clad and lovely bum

How on earth did we get here? Why are we taking pictures of each others’ butts for cheap laughs? What on earth has gone wrong?


Rewind, if you will, a mere 48 hours earlier, to our oh so optimistic arrival in the lovely city of Praha (okay, I’m not a local, so I’ll just call it Prague)…


*Editor’s note: All times are approximate, as obviously I was not wearing a watch and/or recording times on my adventures…


20:00 hours- Arrive fresh faced in the airport. Miraculously navigate a metro system in another language and easily find our hostel, the glorious (but I just discovered closed down) Golden Sickle. We throw our crap in our room and head to the


21:00- 3:00 next day- Czechin’ out the labyrinth bar next door, drinking our first Pils of the trip (it was like 5 cents when converted from Koruny for a 20 oz mug or something…)


Next Day:

9:00 Meet our bunkmates as we arise. “YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY” these dumb American Frat d-bags proclaim (I guess they thought we were outrageous for staying out marginally late. We mocked them all day then, but after seeing what would become of the weekend, perhaps we should have paid attention…


10:00- Wenceslas square! The Astrological Clock!

13:00- Walk up giant hill to check out Cathedral. Gaze adoringly at charming red roofed buildings from above. Bask in the land of my Bohemian forefathers…

15:00- Discover hot wine, hot whiskey, hot… everything. Stumble upon random movie set. Stroll good naturedly through family folk festival with dancing and smells of cinnamon roasted nuts


18:00- Mosey on down the Charles Bridge, observing street performers and vendors. Take some dorky photos


22:00 Head to Rocky O’ Reillys, an expat Irish bar where we meet scores of new friends, including some neat ones we plan to meet up with the next day, and some not so neat ones we “forget” to meet at the Astrological Clock as promised…. ooops…

We head home for the night, itching for more adventure the following day, and feelin’ pretty good…


To be continued…