Prague (yeah I am about 3-4 weeks behind in updates)

First off, let me just say I love this city. It is coming pretty close to surpassing Edinburgh as my favorite city i've been to. So, after a 6-7 hour train ride from Berlin where one member of the Team proceeded to get pretty lubricated with alchi, we arrive in the sketchy sketch train station. At this point, i've decided someone has played an awful joke on me, and Prague is actually a shithole. So we walk through the station, are probably pickpocketed by 439439 people, and eventually make our way to Amy and Brendan's hostel, where we meet this first character of the trip. Name: The Vampire TexMex Lestate, Age: unknown, Hometown: DEFINITELY unknown, as we were told Mexico, and others were told both San Diego and San Antonio. He was an employee at the Golden Sickle Hostel, and while he claimed to want to help us enjoy our stay, whenever swe asked him for his help, he promptly had to "go deal with an issue"....likely story. After getting them settled, we all took the metro to Jessie and I's Hostel. Now, the hostelworld description called this hostel a great find in a great neighborhood. Well, imagine my surprise when we get off of the metro and we have somehow been transported back to the Desire Housing Projects of New Orleans. Babies were running about defecating on the street and czech men kept eyeing my hair, probably wondering how much a wig made out of it would go for on the Russian black market. Did I feel unsafe? Is Michael Jackson certifiably insane? You get the picture here. Of course, the owner-cum-bag lady at the hostel spoke no english--and insisted I speak to her in German or Russian. As the only German I know is from the Ramstien Song, "Du Hast" (or "You Hate"), she probably thought I was a neurotic mess, constantly asking her why she hated me. After a meal of beer and beer, we went home early and hit the maggot infested sack.

The next day, we wake up and do all the tourist things one is supposed to do in Praha...so we decided that night we were going to sketch it up a little. We, not heading ANY of Rick Steves invaluable advice, decided to eat at a little czech restaurant I like to call "Buffallo Bill's". Several pints later, I'm making sexual faces at the czech waiter while eating my corn on the cob, Amy is licking her lips and making eyes at the same waiter, Jessie is staring at this train wreck of flirtatiousness with a horrified look on her face, and Brendan is off leading a czech/english bilingual guided tour in some metro station. At this point, we are pretty drunk. We attempt to find a Werhan suggested Jazz Club, but get terribly lost and imbroiled in a street fight where these drunk Irish Men started calling the street vendors Al-Queda, so we take one of TexMex's suggestion, and go to a pub right near Amy's hostel. In all our American Glory, we decide we are going to sit there and play asshole (ps, if you think I was the asshole 9times out of 10, you are correct). SOMEHOW (okay, actually, I do know how this happened, and lets just say it involved me asking for an ash tray and smoking a cig like it was a joint) we become involved with this crew of Canadian/American/Scottish men. From that moment on, the nights events sort of become a blur. Things I know for sure: I had to be reminded several times that I don't sell drugs (apparently I was offering hits for 100 krowns), 2 members of the Layne, Amy, Jessie, Brendan party made out for quite a while, John McCain grabbed someones ass--and money was stolen by someone who facebooked me 3 days later. All in all, a pretty good night. Read more