Days Disappearing in the Darkness

Food for thought: When I walk to my tram stop from my apartment, I walk downhill. When I walk from my tram stop to my apartment, I also walk downhill. It's awesome.

Anyways we finished playing soccer Friday night and showered just in time to catch the second half of the Prague basketball game. USK Praha was playing against some small Czech team, and free entrance combined with 22 krown beers is a recipe for success and entertainment at any sports venue in my book, especially if the stadium is within a 5 minute walk of your home. The game was pretty close when we got there, and with Prague been led by their high scorer, Lawrence from our building, it was quite fun. I guess the only problem was the really obnoxious fans from the other team who played drums and blew air horns nonstop. We made the mistake of sitting next to them instead of with the Prague fans, but it didn't make much of a difference because we were still so close; the stadium is smaller than a high school gym, and everyone has court side seats. With like 5 minutes left Prague was down by 10 points, and with 3 minutes to go, Lawrence drained a 3 to bring them within 2. He then fouled out and they were down by a few more for the rest of the game.
With 12 seconds left and 3 points to tie, Prague's point guard stole a pass and got technical fouled at midcourt. This put them behind by one with 5 seconds left and an inbound pass away from defeat. The point guard drove hard, but with no where to go he jumped backwards and to the side during his lay up. He then put up a prayer of a hook shot [while diving back towards the 3 point circle] which bounced off the back rim and got tipped in as the buzzer rang to give USK the win by one. It was awesome.
I think we forget how easy it is to forget about the day. If a night gets stretched past its period of darkness, it unfortunately ends up forfeiting the following day too. Friday night ended with a cold walk home from an apartment near my tram station [like 10 minutes away, not my tram stop], and had it been a weekday, people would have been off to work, students off to school, and me drunk in Czech class; it was probably 7 or 8am. Instead, I got to walk home and sleep until noon. After waking up, I went to the park again and played more soccer. That was fun. We then showered and went to a sports bar to watch college football and eat tuna pizza. Well, I was the only one who tried that, the other guys got just like proscuitto pizza or something.
With a stomach now filled with food - and beer - we walked around Wenceslav Square [pronounced like washcloth said quickly] and stopped at gyro-dog/sausage stands on the side of the square to drink more beer. All the while, every advertiser in the square is seeing us - a group of 5 guys - and offering us entrance to their cabarets. These guys are worse than Egyptian flies; no matter what you do, they do not leave you alone. I wanted to have a bidding war between multiple of them just for entertainment, but they only have, for the most part, the same few lines of English vernacular. We discovered that the only way to get them to go away is to claim to only want a cabaret with men, no women. This worked for a while, mostly driving them away after about 10 seconds, until one guy responded, "Oh you want that? I can get you that, come with me!" Wonderful. After 15 minutes of pests, I guess we were bound to find one guy who would have an answer like that. All that meant was we needed to step up our demands to drive them away, which somehow even got trumped when a guy [out of the blue] offered us the ability to step on midgets while they did terrible things to each other. If that's not what he was saying, he might have been sufferring from epilepsy on the sidewalk.
Having been bothered by every Cabaret for over a half hour, we took the metro across town to Kross Club. Becuase the subways are so far below ground, they need to have massive escalators to get you there. These are really fun if you are not the drunkest of your friends, and one or two of them decide to slide down the sides of the escalator. These are even funnier when your friend doesn't realize there are giant metal rivets on the side banister, so he smashes his bottom on them every 6ft for 20 yards. They are also really funny when your friend tries running up the down escalator. For a regular person on a regular escalator, this isn't too hard. For an incredibly intoxicated individual on a 50 yard long escalator, this is close to impossible. When he finally was within 5 feet of the top, a security officer stopped my friend, sent him back all the way down, and made him take the right escalator up. It was pretty funny, and the second time he tried sprinting up he almost had a heart attack.
Kross Club ended up not having any friends that were supposed to be there, and ended up having quite the interesting crowd. Filled with tattoos, piercings, hair dye, lots of leather, strange hairstyles, and metal, none of the natives were really my cup of tea. The metal, both in music and in their bodies, ran thematically throughout the whole club in decoration too. It was weird, and had there been other people and other music, might have been much more fun.
On our way to another club now, we learned of an exorbitant cover charge and ditched those plans. With nowhere to go, we randered around and found a tobacco shop [similar to US newspaper stands mixed with food stuffs stores] and an upscale karaoke bar. Which did we choose? The tobacco store of course. We bought some liquor, some beer, and some soda, and then headed to what seemed like a random basement. Of course, similar to every other random basement in Prague, it was actually the entrance to a bar, and this bar was really cool. With individual rooms for each party, this karaoke bar is slightly different from the Asian filled American karaoke bars we are all used to. It also makes it easier to sneak in alcohol and have more fun with just your friends. We went back to the CIEE dorms and hung out for a while, which proceeded to another 6am walk to my apartment. This led to another late sleep, and another forgotten weekend day. Oh, how the day can disappear.