is something like...F***!
I wish I had the energy to tell you about...last night. I'll do my best. Last night involved:
Meeting the guy that I apparently met before who refused to use the czech/english dictionary but also refused to stop speaking at me in czech...even after i looked up "i don't understand" in czech and said it over and over. When I do finally understand something I understood "absolute?" (vodka) So I say "Yes I understand!" Which he thinks means, "Yes I want to take many many shots." 20 minutes and about xxx shots later he calls his english speaking friend that I DO remember, hands me the phone, and has his friend do some sort of translating. I'm really not sure...it was...fuzzy. Fastforward, 20 more minutes. Help he won't stop buying us shots. Get me out of here? Joie and I end up pouring shots inconspicuously on the floor to try and save ourselves. Apparently this guy has his OWN BOTTLE of absolute that the barman (Old Bagon, who ROCKS) lets him keep there. Finally I say "we must go...bye bye bye!" And we quickly run outta there. We are followed by drunk guy, who is yelling down the street "Katy! Katy! Wait Katy!" We pretend not to hear as he chases us part way down the block. Thank god he gave up before we got to Che's.
Fastforward 20 minutes: We leave che's and go to patapuf to dance...mistake? Maybe. We meet 2 irishmen and 2 americans. They procede to buy us drink after drink after drink of- I think vodka redbull. I taught the pirate dance...over and over. Shamelessly. Patapuf is the suckiest club ever, and if you're going to make a jackass of yourself on the dancefloor, patapuf is the place to do it. So the irishmen John really did well with the pirate dance. Around 4 something a.m. they kick everyone out of patapuf and I tell the guys I know a "herna" (gambling joint) that is open serving all night, just down the block. This is the same Herna I was in with Rene and Ales the other week. So apparently they buy us more drinks. We come to find out 3 of the guys are married, disgusting pigs. I would absolutely leave my husband in 2 seconds flat if I ever caught him acting the way these guys were acting. Irish Paddy was the only single one of the bunch. To make a long story short, I regret going out with these guys...mostly. I have some great stories I'll be able to tell, but MAN oh man...was it worth it? They texted us tonight and wanted us to go out again...HELLO I didn't get home till 6am and I highly doubt I can make it like that 2 nights in a row.
In other news, the organization I am with may well be falling apart. There may not be a school here come summer. Well, there will be a school, but there may not be anyone to run it. Change in management has some people up and leaving the organization. No one is leaving the country, just the organization. It's all a bunch of drama and I'm in the dark. If they haven't enlightened us as to what is going on in the next couple weeks, Joie and I will start looking for jobs. Meh.
I'm tired. Happy birthday JAWSH DECKER. I might try to go to a techno party on his bday. If I can find someone to take me! (someone that I like, that is...)
Meeting the guy that I apparently met before who refused to use the czech/english dictionary but also refused to stop speaking at me in czech...even after i looked up "i don't understand" in czech and said it over and over. When I do finally understand something I understood "absolute?" (vodka) So I say "Yes I understand!" Which he thinks means, "Yes I want to take many many shots." 20 minutes and about xxx shots later he calls his english speaking friend that I DO remember, hands me the phone, and has his friend do some sort of translating. I'm really not sure...it was...fuzzy. Fastforward, 20 more minutes. Help he won't stop buying us shots. Get me out of here? Joie and I end up pouring shots inconspicuously on the floor to try and save ourselves. Apparently this guy has his OWN BOTTLE of absolute that the barman (Old Bagon, who ROCKS) lets him keep there. Finally I say "we must go...bye bye bye!" And we quickly run outta there. We are followed by drunk guy, who is yelling down the street "Katy! Katy! Wait Katy!" We pretend not to hear as he chases us part way down the block. Thank god he gave up before we got to Che's.
Fastforward 20 minutes: We leave che's and go to patapuf to dance...mistake? Maybe. We meet 2 irishmen and 2 americans. They procede to buy us drink after drink after drink of- I think vodka redbull. I taught the pirate dance...over and over. Shamelessly. Patapuf is the suckiest club ever, and if you're going to make a jackass of yourself on the dancefloor, patapuf is the place to do it. So the irishmen John really did well with the pirate dance. Around 4 something a.m. they kick everyone out of patapuf and I tell the guys I know a "herna" (gambling joint) that is open serving all night, just down the block. This is the same Herna I was in with Rene and Ales the other week. So apparently they buy us more drinks. We come to find out 3 of the guys are married, disgusting pigs. I would absolutely leave my husband in 2 seconds flat if I ever caught him acting the way these guys were acting. Irish Paddy was the only single one of the bunch. To make a long story short, I regret going out with these guys...mostly. I have some great stories I'll be able to tell, but MAN oh man...was it worth it? They texted us tonight and wanted us to go out again...HELLO I didn't get home till 6am and I highly doubt I can make it like that 2 nights in a row.
In other news, the organization I am with may well be falling apart. There may not be a school here come summer. Well, there will be a school, but there may not be anyone to run it. Change in management has some people up and leaving the organization. No one is leaving the country, just the organization. It's all a bunch of drama and I'm in the dark. If they haven't enlightened us as to what is going on in the next couple weeks, Joie and I will start looking for jobs. Meh.
I'm tired. Happy birthday JAWSH DECKER. I might try to go to a techno party on his bday. If I can find someone to take me! (someone that I like, that is...)