Monday, June 13, 2005

 

The Killa with a Villa

Ok, so lets jump around a bit. Alejo and Dom left me in a pool of my own blood and vomit and didn't even pay me for the night. I felt so used. So I finished my 4 week intensive TEFL Certification, get my certificate and get thrown out of my apartment. Well this happened to everyone, so myself and 3 other guys decide to find a place together. It took us about a week or so of house hunting, but we ended up landing a sweet villa about 5 mins from the city center by metro. Its a four bedroom two floor palace by any of our current standards. It has a pool, a sauna, surround sound stereo, tv, dishwasher, washing machine/dryer, a finely-tuned piano (which is wasted on our dumb asses. Shane get over here and Sing us a Song, You're the Piano Man) and a muthafuckin round bed. Unfortunately it was not won by yours truly, I lost it in a cutthroat bout of RPS. "Trusty rock. Nothing beats Rock." Lest I forget about the mythical Paper, rarer than Sasquatch. Curses! It is pimp nonetheless.

The decor is quite eccentric. When you walk in the door there are holograms on the wall of a vampire who turns into a zombie who turns into a werewolf. Also some of planets and bicycles and other mind-bending images. Not the most welcoming of sights after a long night, but interesting, still. The living room has a smorgasbord of dead insects (mostly butterflies and beetles) and spiders enframed on the wall. Also, there's a dank map of the Alps and Egyptian Papyrus e'rwhere. We have a balcony and a rose garden. Across the street is a university with kids running around at all hours of the night playing music and drinking (yes {shock and awe}drinking) on campus, not even hiding in the bushes. The other night, my roomates went to one of the parties and saw a dude break his arm in half in an arm wrestling match. It sounded like a pretty harrowing experience, considering the guy kinda nonchalantly got up and walked towards the pay phone to call the paramedics. I'd freak.

Anyways, theres a music club called Madona inside the school, plays all your favorites from '81-'83. The sign says its open from 8 until ? Its a pretty Jerry place to be, but its right across the street, so its not bad if you dont want to truck it into town. Better than Illusions or Hammerheads and its fully stocked with Czech women. There's a public pool about 15 mins down the hill and it has a racing pool, a regular pool, an indoor pool, a kiddie pool, a real waterslide, and a huge lawn that everyone lays out on. Being in Eastern Europe, most dudes are in speedos only and the women are dressed similarily. Nice place to go to people watch to say the least. They sell a half liter of beer for less than a dollar. I think I like the Czech Republic.

Still looking for full-time work, its kinda slow in the summer. People take vacations (they call it holiday, the weirdos) seemingly once every ten days. The working schedule is holding at 35 hrs for full time, and a lot of salaried employees still only work about 30 hours a week. Its not bad. They work to live, instead of the other way around. Prague is so beautiful, every time I go into the city, I find a new little treasure. Yesterday, I walked past a wall and lo and behold, it opened up into a huge park/garden. Complete with fountains and grottos and an in-house peacock. All through a random, arbitrarily-picked gate. Unbelievable. Well that's enough for now, looks like the Cubs are on the up-and-up. Although it would've been sweet to pull off the sweep against Boston. Arlene looks like it was just a dream, what a dream. I'll update more, now that I have free internet access at one of my agencies. Peace and Love, MtL.

Comments:
reading this and looking at your pictures makes me want to cry.

time for baby to get his medicine.
 
yo its ARL here. how do I send you a text. Please send very specific step by step instructions.

hope you're gettin' some euro-rat!!
 
yo matt,

Dom G here, stateside for the first time in months......tell the villa crew, minus that DB, that i say what up....it wasnt my fault for the blood and vomit, but that used rubber on the kitchen floor might have been me
 
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