Real World Praha

This is the true story:

Of four non-strangers, 25 years in age (actually, the geriatric "casey" cat is 26), not-picked to live in an apartment, but living in an apartment nonetheless, not-picked to not-work together, and have their lives taped (confessional style in the bathroom on the low-flow toilet with a digital camera on a 4-inch tripod). To find out what happens when Kev and Casey (hosts in prague) start being polite again, (because the friend-o-meter is rising like a yeast infection) and continue being real with imported pals Frank and Stu. The Real World.

Ok, I just took the liberty of kicking my own ass for altering the sanctity of the Real World intro. I also just kissed my wallet sized photo of Wes and Johanna because it's a day of the week. (News flash to Catherine Zeta-Z and John Cusack -and later Julia Roberts: there's a new America's Sweethearts in town.)

I flew in to Prague, Czech Republic on Saturday, and I am very pleased to be here. There a 97% chance that this is one of the top 10 weekends of 2007!!

Kevin is a friend of mine from college and Casey is his fried from high school. Casey may not admit to this immediately, but we are BEST friends already. Frank is my skinny friend from college, and flew in from Virginia.

To report on the abode Kev and Casey are staying in, it is a lovely post-modern ski lodge on the 4th floor of a art-deco architectural marvel. I don't know what deco means. The refrigerator actually heats things up, so we have put all articles that we want to keep cold on the window ledge. Fingers crosses- we haven't lost anything yet.

The toilets have a very thin "seat" which poses a threat of falling in to the bowl if you have a waist of 30 inches or less. Which obviously means Kev, Casey and I are taking shifts monitoring Franks bathroom visits. Don't want to lose him.

Prague is such a cool city. Without actually knowing where the movie was filmed, this the city surroundings make me feel like Jason in the Bourne Identity and/or Supremacy. (Only without any discernible self-defense skills, an attractive women running around with me or a bullet wound in my back). Although, I suppose there I still have 3 more days here.. so there's still time.

I haven't really done much here. Prague is the perfect city to just walk around and get lost in. And to be frank, it's impossible not to get lost with the layout of their streets. It appears their urban planner was a drunk teenager using an etch-a-sketch blindfolded and listening to Nirvana.

Strolling the cobblestone streets, chilling by the river and viewing the Baroque architecture is a pleasurable way to spend an afternoon. So too, is sitting in a pub or my friends dope apartment a few blocks away from the Charles Bridge.

It's good to be here. I know approximately 1 Czech word and it is Jaromir Jagr.