Find Me In Da Club

Did I go out? I went out. Put on my hat and left my home. Pub crawl? What? Yes but.

Got to Bohemia Bagel. Like stepping off the streets of Prague into a cafe on Avenue B and 10th Street. LIFE like in the old days with Stipek tending bar. With computers and coffee and signs telling Americans to vote. 300 crowns and a wristband and all the beer you can drink until 10pm. But standing there when somebody else (somebody else? what is with the Czech Republic?) that I know from home runs up and says she thought she saw me on the street and now here I am. And now there she is. Shaved her head. Looks awesome. Really just amazing. I'm HUGE in Europe.

So TEFL in Prague and NYU in Prague. I'm the landbridge between the two and as we move around the corner we wristbanded many to be handed something in a shot glass and DON'T STOP BELIEVING blasting on the whatsit. Boogie like I never done boogied before. Keeping one eye on my hat as it makes its way head to head across the crowded floor. Hope I get it back. SHIT hope I don't get headlice. Whatever for the moment just DON'T STOP BELIEVING. Everybody smokes and smokes and smokes and smokes and I am going to smell rancid. Ah, well. Cost/benefit.

On and on an on to the next one. This club is all blue. And so is whatever the thing is the bartender hands me in the glass. But it's delicious too. YAY FOR BLUE DELICIOUS. And so more dancing and shaking and then it is 11:15 and I have no no no effing idea how to get home after the train stops running. Short of taking a cab. Which no. So I say I'm going to leave and then I am talkedguilted into staying and I relent and then when nobody is looking I leave anyway.

The moonlight hits the cobblestone streets. The ancient buildings to either side of me. The path turns ahead of me, and I just follow it as it curves.