Sunday, May 7, 2006

This week has been crazy, stressful, fun and fantasticky. My parents arrived on Monday and I took them to Pivovarsky Dum for dinner for some microbrewed heaven. My first official drink with my parents...I'm finally a grown up.

Tuesday we did some normal touristy stuff and then I went out with my friends for my birthday. It was after midnight so it was official...and I partied. I got bought a bunch of shots and suffered for it the next day. But I sucked it up, skipped a bunch of classes, and spent the day at Prague Castle. That night my parents and my friends took me out to dinner at Efes, a Turkish restaurant on my street. Then I realized I could not stay awake and went to bed.

Last night we went to a jazz club called Reduta near Narodni Trida. The band was amazing and for some reason, the bass player KNEW my mom was a singer. He invited her up without asking her name or anything and she blew the crowd (and the band) away. She sang Fly Me to the Moon and they made her sing another song. She chose Wave and then the singer, he launched into a long, audience-participation number of Mas Que Nada. That closed the night. My mom exchanged emails with the band and they all hope to work together. This confirms, disgustingly, that I can't take my mom anywhere. I can be in Prague and they just pegged her as a singer and trusted she actually could sing. I just don't understand.

They left this morning and now I am trying to finish all my papers and projects so I can just enjoy my last week and a half in beautiful Prague Spring. I won't lie--I don't want to leave at all.