Crazy weekend
I have been working lots of extra shifts, since my co-worker cut her finger really badly and had to have half of it sewn back on. So, to make up for it, I got a few days in a row off. I just had to work Friday night. I got there and was annoyed since stuff was broken and I had already worked too much that week and it had just been problem after problem. My boss had kindly left a few bottles of wine for us, since there had been a private party the night before and they had brought good wine, and we had some open ones left over. So I poured myself a glass. Then another. No problem, I switched to water, and was trying to get through the night without wanting to kill any of the rude tourists (when did it become ok to stop using please and thank you!?!?) Finally, I ended up doing a few shots. Now, this may sound really bad, but since the owners of the club encourage us to drink (especially when the customers are buying for us), it really wasn't. And at this point 9 hours had passed. I had five or six drinks and about the same number of waters. I was planning on closing the bar a little bit early and heading home.
That was when Misha showed up. He was bored at home, and decided to walk, in the freezing cold about 30 min to get to me. I had just let my friend, Eva, go home since she wasn't feeling well and we weren't busy. Misha convinced her to have a shot of Becherovka (since, as we all know, its medicinal) and, of course, I joined in. She decided, perhaps 2 shots later, that we should go to the cafe down the street that stays open until 7 serving breakfast. I counted the money, and caught up. The owner of the cafe started pouring more shots. We drank there until Misha had to go to work at 9:30, and then the four of us started up again at his job. (Yes, even bookstores in Prague sell alcohol). Eva went home at 10:30. At 11, I went to the flat that they use for storage to take a nap. I woke up 5 hours later, to Misha, who had been drinking the whole time, handing me shots. Somehow, I don't quite know how, we continued this until about midnight on Sat. night. My liver hates me.
However, since between every shot (and we are unable to calculate exactly how many there were) I had about a liter of water, I actually woke up Sun morning, hangover free.
And before anyone worries about my massive alcohol consumption, I swear, I really don't do this stuff on a regular basis. To balance it out, I stayed in last night and played Scrabble with Misha and my roommate. :-) And Misha actually beat both of us (both native English speakers), and he wants you all to know that.