Late Evening Strolls: the Newest Fad

When we last left off, I was about to go out. When I first came back, I probably shouldn't have. For one, it was after 5 in the morning. For two, I had been plagued for the previous 20 minutes with quite the small downpour. None less fun, none the less.
I woke up on the couch [again], this time at 9:30 with Robert on the couch next to me and emailing someone obviously quite important. After picking up everything that I knocked over [that's how I woke up], I ran into my empty bedroom and went back to bed. At noon, I was still asleep.
After a full day of intense relaxing and lamping, I went out to dinner at Radost. Radost, little did I know, is a vegetarian restaurant, and despite this, still had quite tasty food. I figured after trying two places' 4 cheese pasta that I would end up with fondue again, so I quickly opted for being indecisive. I was so indecisive that when the waitress even asked me what I want to drink [in English sadly enough], I floated for a while before responding 'beer' because I couldn't decide on a beverage from their massive menu. I ended up ordering some dank Tofu Stir Fry; all that it really needed was some hot sauce and chicken and it would have truly been amazing. I also ended up getting a Mint Julep.
After dinner, I came home and drank wine while reading, then went out to 'the Beer Factory.'
While waiting in the line foyer, some crazy American bastard happened to smash into my shoulder. Who would have guessed that it would be Joey. I told him I'd meet him at another club in 15 minutes, but 15 minutes later I got a text saying he was going home. Beer Factory is awesome because in addition to being a real cool club, each table has 4 taps on it. As you pour yourself a drink whenever you want, the tap sends messages to a scoreboard announcing how many drinks your table has. This announces to all the tables if you are say, a drunken Irishman sitting there for 6 hours hammering beers. At the next club, Chapeau Rouge, the people I was with wouldn't let me leave unless I drank. Of course it was unfortunate.
I should probably mention that last night I wanted to get home quick and didn't want to wait 25 minutes for a tram [they come twice an hour]. I walked south down the river [because club Lavka is situated next to Charles Bridge on the river] towards my apartment, not realizing that since I left the club at 4 and it was a 45 minute walk at least that I would be in the rain for at least 20 minutes and not asleep until way past 5. Oh woops.
Tonight I learned from my mistake. I took a tram to my stop, but I was 'escorted' off the tram by a low pitched Czech driver with a horrifyingly Russian accent [next stop: invasion]. Unfortunately, he wasn't following the tram pathway he was supposed to, because had he, I would have at least known which general direction my stop was in. Instead, he literally kicked me off, creating even worst sentiments. When I got off the tram, I was in a puddle of fog. All I could see was that I seemed pretty high up and there seemed to be a building slightly taller than I. Knowing that Prague's zoning board dictates that the height of buildings must be about 4-5 stories, this 10 story building [easily] that was only 2 stories above me clearly indicated that I was nowhere near home, but at least near suicide bridge. Suicide bridge, aka the massive highway that easily runs 10 stories above my park, actually happens to be much longer than the length of my park. Turns out that after 10 minutes of walking, I approached the Vysehrad metro stop [from my apartment, I must take a tram north to hit a southward bound metro that runs through Vysehrad to get to school]. In lamin's terms, I was easily 30 minutes from home without a shortcut. I sadly started walking, only to pick up my pace and try to get home. I managed to return home in under 20 minutes [from this point; this was after asking every random Czech person where any stop nearby was; this was after being quite wasted all evening and finding a toad; this was after threatening to murder gypsies if they wouldn't stay 5 miles away too.] Anyways, I got home, thankfully, and have since stayed up for a little to type this. I guess the only lesson is don't drink right after Yom Kippur [it might be 'dont drink at all' but that's definitely waaay too hard] or feel a wrath.