Musings From a Hostel in Prague
So I am sitting at Plus Hostel in Prague right now and simultaneously working on a freelance writing project. However I found it absolutely inevitable to open a new Word document and keep a running diary of the people, sights and sounds. Enjoy!
Photo Credit- Will Clayton
11:00 PM I am on beer number one and have been here about an hour. Four girls dressed up as prostitutes just walked in, looked around and left. Apparently they didn’t get that the Hostel “nightclub” was basically a big warehouse with a full bar and a dude with a laptop. In fairness, they do have a bad ass sounds system which is making my writing flow real easily as I listen to Top 40 hits from the US from the past 3 years. Mom was right I should have brought earplugs.
11:11 PM Make a wish!!! Ok my wish is for them to stop playing this Gorillaz song. We are on round three right now and I am praying this fucker spills a beer on his Mac book. I’d rather hear these annoying British girls with their thick accent talk about “relationship issues” than this shit.
11:16 PM Just wrote this sentence “Disney World, Orlando, USA- The epicenter of childhood entertainment, known worldwide as the magical place that brings the dreams of so many children to life.”. I am loving transitioning between cussing out the “DJ” and writing about vacations for children. Imagine if politicians had these kinds of internal conflicts like I do. I can see it now “Should I take a picture of myself naked or vote yes on Healthcare? Both?” I miss the US.
11:20 PM The bartender with the laptop, (I will no longer be referring to him as the DJ) just played “Oye,Oye,Oye” and completed a choreographed dance routine with his fellow bartenders. Good for him. I can tell I’ll probably be friends with this guy by the end of the night as I reach for 40 Korunas for beer #2. This fact is driving me crazy… Heres to Beer…
11:23 PM The British girls just left (scared by the dancing bartenders and their seamless choreography?) leaving a massive dude fest in their wake and somehow I am not disappointed and feel less prone to violence. In fact I’m gonna go get a beer and give the Bartender/Laptop Owner a Dap.
11:45 PM The “Laptop Owner”, as I will now call him since all he is doing is pouring is beer, thought I was handing him money which made the dap a bit awkward. Still I refuse to tip him until I hear either Lupe or Wale. At this point I’d settle for Rihanna so I could at least imagine a good looking girl was here. (Arrogant comment of the day, (I get one per day))
12:02 AM Just transitioned to a Bob Marley set, ok I can handle this. Does this mean he’s selling more than beer from behind the bar?
12:20 AM Dude just sold me a beer and then said were closed and kicked everyone out immediately. I stood there like a G and told him to wait until I was done with my beverage, as I’d indulged him in his horrible taste in music for the past 4 hours and was owed the 20 minutes. He gave me a funny look before conceding that I was twice his size. All in all a good night, though highly unproductive.