Ah, welcome back friends. Where we left off, Bestie Friend and I were in the midst of a whirlwind dream weekend in Prague, filled with Pilsner, Pals, and Panoramas. We had one full day and night left before returning to our respective Madrid and Barcelona homes. What could go wrong?
9:00 (again, times are obviously approximate and made up on the spot)
We stroll out of the Golden Sickle toward Wenceslas square. Today is a bit rainier, and we giggle as we walk by the Astrological Clock again, a FEW hours too early to meet our “friends” from the previous day.
10:00 Wenceslas Square: Crazy woman enlists friend to follow her around square, wordlessly, with video camera. I do not know what language she speaks, as she does not speak, but simply motions and beckons towards different sites, pointing, and then smiling again. Weird…
12:00 Wander the streets looking for Tancici Dum, a.k.a Gehry’s “Dancing House”
13:00 Locate a working mans type watering hole, and get ourselves started on the Pils.
15:00 The River Vltava by day…
18:00 Find a lovely vegetarian restaurant in a more residential area to dine. I eat some delicious risotto, and we plunder on through the rain…
20:00 Vltava at night, with rain:
21:00 Return to Golden Sickle for some cans of Staropramen in our room, with pitas from a grocery store. Kicking around plans for the evening…
22:00 Back to Rocky O’ Reillys. Meet up with friends from previous evening, and make a few more! Hooray, life is so fun!
23:00 Move on to random bar with Ashley Simpson doppelganger waitress, peanut throwing ensues, and characters such as “Canadian,” and “Soul Patch” create lovely entertainment for the evening by being weird. I think we’ve found some Vodka Red Bulls at this point…
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| Yep, that’s me with the hair as red as the red bull… |
2:00 am (next day) Move on to random club called the Roxy. I’m suffering from extreme tiredness, and sit in the corner with new friend, alternately mumbling about school the next day in another country and the horrible music. We eventually leave…
4:00? 5:00? My memory fails me a bit here. One strong snapshot memory survives of David Bowie’s “Modern Love” thumping through a pair of headphones I am wearing as trying to learn how to DJ from some happy go lucky dread headed dude from California. Everyone is from somewhere else here, as in everywhere else. The more you travel, the more you meet people from anywhere but where you are.
I’m dancing, I’m happy, and we eventually are ready to call it a night.
6:00 am? We set an “alarm” before planning a little nap at the G-Sickle. In retrospect this is a completely idiotic idea, as we should have just gone straight to the airport and napped there. Keep in mind, our flight is at 9 am or something, a mere few hours from this stupid nap. STUPID COLLEGE STUDENT AND YOUR STUPID NAP…
9:00 dazed mumblings. Confused glances at the clock and incoherent grunts towards each other (we probably communicated quite effectively this way after so many years of togetherness).
9:06 fly out of G-Sickle with things in hands.
9:08 (we were very close to the metro) jump on the metro with no idea what else to do. Once aboard, we try to figure out how to get to the airport from this train.
9:30 miraculously arrive at airport
9:40 have missed flight. have not gotten through security in time.
9:45 Are at desk pleading for refunds. Denied, obviously, as they don’t give refunds for immaturity and flying by the seat of ones’ pants.
10:00 using emergency credit card to buy new tickets. Oh, next flight is in 8 hours, you say? FABULOUS.
10:00- flight at 6:00 pm or something- wandering airport aimlessly, reading magazines we don’t have the money to buy while squatting in newsstands, and laughing at events of the weekend. The aforementioned bum photos are also taken as a way to cope, as well as action shots of cartwheels, my bespectacled face, and my prancing, dancing friend. Without her, I probably would have been crying
With friends like these, though, you just gotta laugh it off.
So that’s the “Prague-a Saga.” The moral is obviously to stay out all night the first few nights of your trip, not the night before your flight…
I won’t even go into how I missed my connecting flight in Lyon, got stranded overnight there, and got a comped beautiful 2 bed hotel room, 5 course dinner, and real working shower as well as airport transportation. That’s a story for another day…
Until next time, folks… Do as I say, not as I do!
Have you ever put yourself in a snafu like this? Come on, make me feel a little better…
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