|Friday night. I'd politely excused myself from social plans with family-type folks and spent the mostly just moping around my place, feeling sorry for myself. After going out and buying groceries (buns, cheese, treats & wine) I came home, ate as much tasty food as I could, drank two teacups of wine and then had a nap... at 2pm... for a couple of hours. I woke up to the sounds of a thuderstorm and all I thought to myself was "Well, at least the weather's matching my mood." I'm a master when it comes to self-beatings; I dish 'em out like no one else can.
I pondered my options for the evening and eventually hauled my ass out of bed, deciding that at the very least I could go somewhere, have a beer (at a cost of about $1, from the country that brought you Pilsner and Budweiser - before mega-corporations bought them out), and then come home if I wasn't feeling it. "Might as well go check out that cafe-bar Katka told me to check out," I mused to myself. She'd promised good times to be found at Cafe Erra. Worth a peek.
The thunderstorm mostly past, I put myself into power-up mode - my routine for getting ready that's, thus far, never failed me in getting stoked to go out. It's so simple, it's flawless: have a delicious, decadent alcoholic beverage while prettying up with makeup and putting on an outfit with attitude. Works like a charm, just as it did on Friday - found myself a station blasting Luda' and Snoop Dogg on my portable radio and poured myself another teacup of wine.
I found myself wandering around Staré Mésto (Old Town) at about 10pm, losing my way to Cafe Erra and getting more and more depressingly riled up at myself when what should happen? Thunderstorm #2 hits. Hard.
After hiding under an archway for about 15 minutes with a group of Italian girls I eventually made the decision that at this point I would just have to find the cafe in the piss-pouring rain. What other options did I have? Hide under an archway in a side street all night? Go home soaking wet and depressed? Not really much as far as options go... I consulted my map one more time, tossed my shawl over my head and made a run for it down the dark, puddle-filled cobblestone streets. About 10 minutes of soaked running later, I found my intended destination and stumbled in dripping wet and clearly disoriented. It's warm, filled with people and sounds like fun inside - hooray!
Just as I'm seating myself at the one empty table in the place, a girl from a pack of four most-likely-dykes (sitting next to a table of three definitely-dykes) calls to me, "Hey, kinda wet out there??" in Czech. I smile. "A little," I admit, first in Czech, then repeating myself in English. They laugh at my blatant understatement, so I relax a bit.
I decide to leap for it: "May I join you?" again in English. "Of course," the same girl offers, this time in English. We get to chatting - turns out she's thrilled I'm Canadian and from Vancouver, no less. Turns out she lived in my hometown for three months in 2007/2008. Huzzah!
Three hours, a pack of cigarettes, two phone numbers, a party friend, possible work connection, a gin and tonic and a beer later, we head to the gay bar around the corner. It's called Friends and it's like a cross between the Odyssey and Lick - the crowd from the Odyssey in a space similar to Lick (with floor and furniture also similar to the Odyssey). My new friends buy me a gin & tonic, ensure that I'm coming to the ladies' night next week and dance up a storm with me on the dance floor - cigarettes as glowstick-esque props all the while.
Remarkably enough, the only person I hit on the entire night is the only straight man in the gay bar and he's my historically typical type - charming as fuck, clearly trouble, and good lookng enough to know it. Go figure. We exchange numbers and split a cab home, because conveniently enough he lives right near where I'm staying. (Rest assured: I told him I'm living with my aunt and she's keeping track of where I'm at - not true, but a good deterrent to any immediate trouble.)
While riling myself up wandering around the Old Town I asked for a sign as to what to do with myself at this point and I thought the thunderstorm was my answer; turns out it was just the kick in the ass to meet a few folks to coast through with. The universe works in mysterious ways.