If you have 8 minutes, you won't regret watching the whole thing. The transformation is so blase and sexy, and the lyrics are priceless. Hot voodoo, make me brave/I want to misbehave...I going to blazes!
This is in honor of last Saturday night, which I spent with Prague's handsomest gays in a subterranean dance club in Vinohrady. My weekends have assumed a pattern: Old Lady Fridays, Party Monster Saturdays. After a great dinner with my flatmate, I met people at a bar, running into Frank Gehry's "Dancing House" for the first time on the way. It's a site to see unexpectedly at midnight!
I had grand plans of dragging people to a squat in another part of town for a dubstep party, but we had independently assessed the map and decided against it. The directions seemed to sort of trail off into a field... so instead I tagged along with Ross and Sarah and a bunch of drunk TEFL teachers to the aforementioned gay bar. Here I heard the best club music yet- Madonna, Underworld- and finally danced! "Tiesto! Tiesto! Tiesto!" screamed one excited man, jumping up and down. We talked about making T-shirts with that name on it, to see how many shout-outs we'd get walking the streets of Prague.
Ross had heard of an afterhours place nearby that was notoriously seedy, so we set out for it, asking almost everyone we saw for directions, with hilarious results. Poor Ross...not only did he get propositioned/teased by a promiscuous guy outside of Bordo, but when we finally got to our destination, he was the only person charged (for being a male, presumably) and swiped with the security wand. Sarah and I got in just fine, however, with our switchblades and eight-balls. Kidding! It was 3 a.m. or a little after and the bartender pointedly told us, "You're early." We were the first people to arrive at this place which looked exactly like the Dream Club I would've designed when I was 16 years old. You know...red velvet and zebra-upholstered furniture, shiny silver stars on the ceiling, sparkly net hung over random things, dark mood lighting, a big fake mushroom sprouting in the corner. haha. One detail I wouldn't have fantasized about were the mirrors jutting out at eye-level in the bathrooms! I've never done coke and probably never will, but the club soon filled up with people who do.
We were joined by a group of about 15 international medical students who had been to an 80s party and were dressed terribly. One guy had pink sunglasses, acid-washed jeans, and an airbrushed t-shirt featuring a prominent ass. He was very proud of having bought the jeans for something like 20 crowns (a buck) and shredding them himself earlier in the day. These people were hilarious and very polite and friendly. We took a shot of slivovic and absorbed the hubbub as the place came to life. (We're practicing for our trip to Berlin and Panoramabar, which doesn't begin until 4). I talked to more strangers, moving through the room, than I have since being here. It was really nice in that regard. I was going to crash in their hood but when we walked outside the sun was up, and the metro had started running again, so I took that instead. Surreal riding at 5:30 a.m. with assorted stragglers...
Slivovic is a plum brandy, the national drink of Serbia, and I find it delicious! Sarah said her friend takes a shot of it every morning to stay healthy in Prague. Becherovka is something else I've been enjoying. It's a Czech-made herbal bitters with anise and cinnamon...with tonic it's a "Beton," also meaning "concrete" in French. 'Cause if you drink enough, your head will feel like that in the morning. :) Actually, both of these would probably taste fantastic with champagne.
Well I missed seeing the Crown Jewels because I didn't want to get up so early on Sat. and on Sun. I was going to bed when I should've been standing in line. They locked them back up yesterday and I could've gone as a press photographer, but would need a badge and all these things...I let it go. Lucie said I can come back in 5 years when they elect the next President and bring them out again. I just might!
I'm trying to finish all the week's work today, because tonight and tomorrow are major special occasions. Tonight:
"One of the popular Czech traditions is The Burning of the Witches Night on the 30th April when people make bonfires and burn witches made from straw and old cloth to end the long winter that the witches keep around. There are many bonfires throughout the country, accompanied with roasting sausages and singing favourite songs."
I'm going on a witch walk that starts in the center of Prague and goes along the river, and then meeting people at Tramix, this once-a-month party on a tram that was just written up in the NYT. I'm curious to see what the crowd and music are like, and whether it's awesome or if we'll look annoying like Ride the Ducks going through Seattle, blasting their disco at you while you're just waiting for your damn bus. Tomorrow Pat and Christine are having a Worker's Day BBQ. Yum! I love reading about May Day mayhem every year, like this story from 2000, when London protestors smashed every window of McDonald's and put a green mohawk on a statue of Winston Churchill. Lucie said there aren't demonstrations here, but that Czechs look at it as a day to kiss your sweetie under the cherry blossoms for good luck. It's too bad that all of mine are hundreds of miles away!
I have Skype now and it rules. After not hearing my Mom's voice for a month, I was able to have two hour-long gossip sessions with her, for free, brilliant! If you're on there and want to chat, hit me up at r.shimp. It's the first time in many years I haven't chosen the handle hungryghost or randomsummer. hehe. Have a great week!
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