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I'm in Prague! And it's rad.
What Kelly and I had to do to get here wasn't rad, though. From Paris, we flew to Dortmund and spent 36 hours in a tiny, crappy airport. When the airport closed, we thought the security guard was going to kick us out, but fortunately, he let us stay and it was freezing all night and we were miserable. There weren't even any shops in this place to keep us occupied. But luckily, we managed to get to Prague in one piece and our hostel here is pretty rad.
Today we are going to a communist museum, a Medieval torture instrument museum and are going shopping for some authentic Czech crystal. It should be loads of fun because I love anything that has to do with the dark ages. I'm such a nerd.
Last night Steve text me and told me he was at Brighton Beach, the club night at Leicester where we met two months ago. I was so sad because Brighton Beach plays really good music; Oasis, Beatles, The Who, The Stones, Blur, Pulp, etc. That's also where Kelly and Neil, the asshole, met. God, those were the good days. But Steve told me he wanted to meet me at Gatwick when I fly from Athens in a little less than two weeks and that improved my day immensely. I've always wanted someone, preferrably a honey pie, to meet me at an airport. I always watch those people waiting at the gates and when their lover or child or parent walks through, they go nuts and hug and kiss and it's amazing. Lord knows Kelly and I have been to enough airports in the past two weeks to see all of these things happen over and over again and it makes me sad. So if Steve's waiting there for me, I'll be so ecstatic. I think my dad will be waiting there for me too, as he's back in London as of today, so they can meet. God, this is perfect.
I can't wait to explore Prague. The money situation is weird as they aren't apart of the EU and still use Czech marks or whatever, but I'm getting used to it. And then on to Greece, my long awaited destination.
TYLER, WILL YOU BE IN GREECE??? I HOPE SO BECAUSE WE WANT TO GO TO GAY BARS WITH YOU AND CHECK OUT GAY MEN!!! CALL ME OR EMAIL ME, ASAP!!!
The pope is dead and I don't feel one way or another about it. People die and that's life. Maybe they'll get someone less strict in there. I wonder if he went to heaven. I mean, I wonder if there is heaven. Because if there isn't, he just wasted his whole life.
What Kelly and I had to do to get here wasn't rad, though. From Paris, we flew to Dortmund and spent 36 hours in a tiny, crappy airport. When the airport closed, we thought the security guard was going to kick us out, but fortunately, he let us stay and it was freezing all night and we were miserable. There weren't even any shops in this place to keep us occupied. But luckily, we managed to get to Prague in one piece and our hostel here is pretty rad.
Today we are going to a communist museum, a Medieval torture instrument museum and are going shopping for some authentic Czech crystal. It should be loads of fun because I love anything that has to do with the dark ages. I'm such a nerd.
Last night Steve text me and told me he was at Brighton Beach, the club night at Leicester where we met two months ago. I was so sad because Brighton Beach plays really good music; Oasis, Beatles, The Who, The Stones, Blur, Pulp, etc. That's also where Kelly and Neil, the asshole, met. God, those were the good days. But Steve told me he wanted to meet me at Gatwick when I fly from Athens in a little less than two weeks and that improved my day immensely. I've always wanted someone, preferrably a honey pie, to meet me at an airport. I always watch those people waiting at the gates and when their lover or child or parent walks through, they go nuts and hug and kiss and it's amazing. Lord knows Kelly and I have been to enough airports in the past two weeks to see all of these things happen over and over again and it makes me sad. So if Steve's waiting there for me, I'll be so ecstatic. I think my dad will be waiting there for me too, as he's back in London as of today, so they can meet. God, this is perfect.
I can't wait to explore Prague. The money situation is weird as they aren't apart of the EU and still use Czech marks or whatever, but I'm getting used to it. And then on to Greece, my long awaited destination.
TYLER, WILL YOU BE IN GREECE??? I HOPE SO BECAUSE WE WANT TO GO TO GAY BARS WITH YOU AND CHECK OUT GAY MEN!!! CALL ME OR EMAIL ME, ASAP!!!
The pope is dead and I don't feel one way or another about it. People die and that's life. Maybe they'll get someone less strict in there. I wonder if he went to heaven. I mean, I wonder if there is heaven. Because if there isn't, he just wasted his whole life.