After escaping terrorism and snobbish bouncers of all stripe, I flew to Vancouver to be whisked away to this forest retreat for a night of long overdue sleep. Did I mention that the forest retreat was also an art gallery?
Thanks Laura!
Originally, I thought ha ha, look: a bunch of suits are lined up to get in to the hottest club in London, but it's a T.G.I. Fridays!! Then I realized there was a police officer. Then, 15 hours later, I found out there was a bomb. A car bomb. That I was heading directly towards.
Oh well, at least I got to meet Eugene. He knows what he's doing.
I had to leave Prague, but I managed to get these few shots at the airport.
This is me finally getting to drink a Staropramen, the beer I was trying to find _all_ _week_. Good thing for lax liquor laws.
I had to present on the 28th, so for the night of the 27th Tarek and I just went out to have a quiet dinner in the old town. We happened across this theatre, at which Mozart premiered Don Giovanni. Here's the man himself:
These old 6-story buildings lining every street downtown, without breaks.
Giant imposing Gothic buildings totally out of proportion in size to the rest of the, uh, universe.
Old Jewish buildings housing giant living clay automata .
Modern steel-and-glass buildings housing American tech companies.
Large grey Decalogue style communist housing blocks.
Uhhhh, I couldn't say.
I went back to Wenceslas Square to find a vegetarian restaurant, and planned to skip the tourist-priced pubs off the square ($2.00 for a pint of beer!? unforgiveable!) until I saw Dominik Hasek perched up there. The bartender was unmoved by my knowledge of hockey, but the Budweiser was delicious.
Seriously, that was hardcore UV. If you know someone who speaks Czech, let me know whether the sign below says "PLEASE STAY OUT IF YOU WANT HAVE KIDS!!! THANK YOU"
Read the poster carefully. I can't think of a better place to put a museum of communism.
The best kind.
You can pee right on the street! You have to pay for it though.
Even break-dancing robots, even in the home of the inventor of the robot, can't get no respect.
London is _almost_ like Canada, because they have Starbucks, but not quite like Canada, because the Starbucks in the airport is located next to a room of some kind in which you can bet on horses.
Here's me and K* at the airporter. I'll miss this one the most. Look at that ensemble. Look at that face. How could I not?
I'm going to Prague, then London, then Vancouver, then Palo Alto, and by the time I get back from all that Victor might be gone. This being the last night before I left, a bunch of us went out to have a last look at the scenic landscapes painted cheesily on the Garneau walls.
The upcoming trip to Prague prompted me to finally remove the logo from my wee suitcase. Seriously, whose idea is this company name? You couldn't put two worse words on a travel bag.
I tried to get K* to take a picture of me holding a ridiculously large tofu-ice-cream cone, but she had her own ideas.
For the second time in as many days I was invited out for a beer to celebrate the end of term. I didn't even know there _was_ a term. Also, the Leffe tasted a little bit like banana.
Ken and Lorianne had us over for dinner again. It was delicious, but after dinner, we were suddenly attacked by BABIES. I was ill prepared. K* fared much better:
Guerilla Marketing would be much more awesome if it weren't marketing.
Today, for the second time in my life, I filed tax returns. This is what 7 years of tax returns looks like. When the government puts the money in my bank account, I'll be much closer to my goal of having $0.
I guess you can never really escape this place. Koji graduated today, and went right from the ceremony to the lab to get back to work. As you can see, though, at least he came back with a little more aplomb.
Even though none of the lines in this house next door intersect at right angles, it's listed for sale at $589,000. Because it's in Edmonton, they could wait another month and it might go up $25,000.
With these ladies headlining, the party went well into Sunday morning. Guitar hero is way more fun with two guitars. Also - Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!
I swear I didn't make this fauxhawk on purpose. It gave me all the powers of intimidation I needed to win at Pit when Chris had us over Saturday night.
Yeah, that's right, he's smoking a cigarette and playing soccer at the same time.
What are you gonna do about it?
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