My weekend

Having recently come unscathed from a near pickpocketing incident, which I tried to publish on the blog, but somehow screwed it up, I had decided to have a quiet relaxing weekend. I went on Friday to watch the Red Sox/White Sox game, which was a lot of fun although the Red Soxs lost, the team I was apparently rooting for. All was well, went home at a decent hour, got a good night's sleep. I woke up relatively early the next morning to stroll around the neighborhood and see close up some of the sights I had only seen in passing, and head to some gardens for a rareish sight of green. So here was my plan for Saturday: a) meet classmates for lunch b) go home and work on my teaching project c)meet a few of the classmates, who were off to sight see, at a neat little hooka bar near old town and drink tea over a relaxing water pipe c) drink no alcohol and call it a night early, so that I could get up Sunday and do something productive. I was doing fine right up to the lunch!
After lunch I promptly went home and fell asleep. However I did manage to meet the gang at the hooka bar, and got back on schedule. Afterwards we all went to grab a snack before splitting up again. Here's where it all sort of fell apart on me, in what turns out to be a spectacular way. The Dutch it seems were having a victory party in the old town square. The square filled to capacity with orange jumpsuits, and Dutch flags, all surrounding a big brass and drums band that were playing rollicking good songs.
Of course we had to join in, we didn't have a choice. While we danced and sang, and cheered with the Dutch, one of my classmates met two very lovely young Scottish girls in town for a holiday. He was kind enough to introduce himself and then me (I can hear you smirking Joan). They followed us to a Jazz club where we had a beer, and then to an ex-pat dance club called Le Chateau. We danced and drank and had a merry time. Things got a little out of control by the time we left which includes one of my classmates doing a fascinating dance with a scarf, and me kissing a guy. Finally we decided to leave (in reality Penny who was with Kurt decided to leave. Eilidh and I were doing just fine). Anyway we walked the girls to a cab, though again Penny kept having to come back for Eilidh (pronounced Ailey) and myself, which was kinda funny, though not to Penny. Finally I managed to stumble home with the promise of dinner the next night from the girls. I slept most of the day on Sunday, and then managed to pull myself together to meet my friend Megan who is shopping for an apartment, and I went along as muscle. We went to lunch and then I went home to prepare for the Dinner on Sunday night.
We met at the Jan Hus statue in Old Town Square, where I arrived early to listen to the bustle and babble. Off to dinner we went, when everyone arrived. Then we sort of pub crawled along the Vltava back to my place where I could drop off some stuff. We split up with plans to meet at the Hard Rock Cafe (everything else was closed by now). Kurt and Penny had trouble finding the place, so we all met back at my place about an hour or two later, (I lost track of time)(Turns out Kurt told me it was actually more like 3 or 4 hours, sorry Penny). Finally the girls went home, and I crawled back into bed. We met them for lunch on Monday, and then went to a park to just sit in the sun together. In the end we said goodbye in front of our school, exchanging email addresses and promising to keep in touch.
So essentially, I failed in almost every way to accomplish anything over the weekend, but it was fucking worth it!