to reprint the Journal of the American Medical Association in Czech.

New Year's Eve found me sans Brit, who was away in London. I spent the night in the dank, underground Roxy nightclub, watching most of our staff that was still in town go to the moon and back on Ecstasy, licking and hugging and dancing themselves into oblivion. Mostly Hana. I just got drunk and horny and, having no one to share this with, went home before midnight.

On the way to the 54 night tram, a five or six block walk, I saw a drunk sonofabitch get hit by a Trabant, go down, and then pick himself back up and wander off. I was damned relieved when the tram pulled up, and after a blurred ride home I began the short hike to my one-room flat. About a block from the apartment I stopped, vomited into a pile of coal-dust-snow, and walked on. I'm pretty sure I didn't brush that night, but simply retreated into bed.

Anyhow, first thing I know it's the next morning. I'm awake, terribly hung over, and looking at my bare wrist where my watch should be. It isn't. But not to worry, thinks me. Omens like that are bullshit. And who said anything about omens?

Brit girl dumped me by pay phone about an hour later, and I sat in McDonalds and cried.

Posted by at August 15, 2002 11:52 PM
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Matt,

Patricia and I had dinner in a little Czech restaurant a few blocks from our house in Redondo tonight. It was good Bohemian food, and seemed to be authentic. At least half the clientele was Czech. You might want to "czech it out" sometime.

Posted by: Rand Simberg at August 16, 2002 10:15 PM

Rand -- Yeah, Czechpoint's our one place in Southern California. It's fun to go with a big roomful of ex-expats and expat Czechs -- all the Americans & non-Czech furriners order the smazeny syr (delicious fried cheese, with tartar sauce), while the Czechs go straight for the rizek (pork). It's jh. You might want to "czech it out" sometime.

Posted by: Rand Simberg at August 16, 2002 10:15 PM

Rand -- Yeah, Czechpoint's our one place in Southern California. It's fun to go with a big roomful of ex-expats and expat Czechs -- all the Americans & non-Czech furriners order the smazeny syr (delicious fried cheese, with tartar sauce), while the Czechs go straight for the rizek (pork). It's just like a Czech pub ... except it isn't shrouded in cigarette smoke, and it costs a crown or two more....

Posted by: Matt Welch at August 18, 2002 06:18 PM
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