MORAL OF THE STORY --> always get a cell phone when you're abroad.
Obviously, the only way to relieve oneself from a hefty, educational day is to get crunk. Right?
Not us. David chooses a chiller, friendlier club for us to check out. He makes the decision when his other friends from the exchange program decide to go. It is also a fine choice because it is free. Our other option would have been a superhero themed German party.
Walk to door. Open door. Go down stairs. Drop off key. Turn right. Walk to alley way by cafe thirtysomething, or whatever it's called. Enter alley way. Stop at end of alley. Turn left.
So, we made it successfully to the tram station on Narodní street. David's overly detailed directions failed to mention which tram to get on, as far as directions go. So we jumped on an 18 going the wrong way, of course. We ended up, in full club gear, without knowing a word of Czech other than "kava" or "pivo," in the PROOOOOOJECTS of Prague. We hop off the bus after Claudia uses her trusty eavesdropping skills to find English speakers sitting in front of us. As we wait at the correct #18 stop, a black cab screeches up next to us and the driver starts screaming at us in violent Czech. (When in doubt, shake your head and look for the tram <-- what we did). To be safe and avoid the English-speaker seeking tram cops (they like to pick on us and fine us), we speak in broken and convoluted, retarded Spanish to one another. I say we when I really mean I; her español es perfecto.
When we finally pull into our destination, the tram slowly passes by David, who is flailing his arms. He runs up to the door as we exit, bugging. "I didn't know what to do! Whether I should hop in a cab to the other side of town, just to realize you guys were already on the right bus... assuming you had taken the wrong one and weren't dead..."
So we hop on the 12 with David, and head off to this free club. There are drug transactions occurring every which way, and we are unsure of the correct/safe entrance. We follow a native couple inside. The club is pretty cool; there's techno blasting in one room, and lots of exchange students frolicking about. David tries to order "pivo," but the ugly angry platinum blonde bartendress thinks he says "vodka shot." He corrects her, and she instantly goes from zero to tight, and leaves David in the hands of the other bartender. LOL
Turns out one of David's fellow exchange students had Jewish Women class with me last semester. He is very drunk and very gay, and I am not sure what to make of our reconnection. I veto him.
We sit on this sky table thing and gander at Robert Pattison from Aussieland. le sigh
We take a trot to explore the rest of the club. Downstairs is a little "creepy," as David's mates accurately described. We stumble upon an entire room of our urban brothers - what? This is more black people than we've seen all day. The music and round of billiards comes to a halt as we peer around the corner, and they all stare at us. Our hearts stop, and we about face. One of them stalks us upstairs, even when we try to sit at the sky-table. We exit and go upstairs for some grub.
A Czech waitress gets all stank-neck with us. David asks a dude if the kitchen is open, and he says "NO!"and snatches our menus away.
On our way home, a dude approaches David at the midnight tram stop and asks for the time. David responds in English, and the dude doesn't understand. David attempts Czech, and whips out his phone and shows the dude, who then understands. Awkward toothless guy with a cane thinks it's funny that wir sprechen viel Sprachen.
We get back to a familiar area. We leave David at the tram and trot home. We are satisfied and go to bed.
The next day, we found out what actually happened to Sweet Dave when we left him all alone. A freaky, homeless individual approached him, and David announced: "I DON'T SPEAK CZECH!" The bum was excited by this and said some words in English. He eventually got chased away and a fellow transit customer approached David, complaining: "I fucking hate homeless people! Don't you? You can never get cheap drugs from them." And thus David found out that weed is easier to obtain during the day, and that the Czech was at our exact club trying to score some. The already-stoned lad also demanded David's facebook info.
Please note there is virtually no photographic evidence from this evening.. we were too afraid to whip out my Nikon.