Ibid your honor
So the party continued until about 2:30am. We left in a drunken stupper and no one really had any idea how to get home. The Hong Kong girls said we had to take the 56 tram cause our normal one stops at midnight. We spent 30 minutes or so asking random people/hot dog vendors/angry cabbies where the 56 stop was. I finally took control of the situation and with my drunken broken Czech and German found out where to go.
Well…kinda.
We headed towards our destination and when we arrived where we thought was the finish line we saw no red ribbon. I then proceeded to find the hippest, nicest looking group of people I could find and ask them where to go. These 3 Czechs turned out to be very helpful and actually walked us to the tram stop (yay for Czechs not all being cold and mean!!!!). We got on the 56 tram and sat for a few minutes dreaming of sleeping on our glorified couches and dreading the next day’s hangovers. That was until Eliza realized we were headed the wrong direction. In a scramble we all ran off into the street as the doors closed, and crossed the street to wait for the correct route. During this wait Mark, who was 3 street vendor hot dogs deep, decided to wander off to find a street corner WC. After 15 minutes we all got worried over his whereabouts. Failing to answer his phone, we eventually see Mark from the window of our golden chariot running towards the tram. He boards safely, apologizes with a big grin and takes a seat.
The ride home was 35 minutes long and while the kids from Hong Kong slept, Mark, Eliza and I all exchanged smiles, stoked on the night, stoked on Prague.
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