Insomnia…
…or maybe just too much afternoon sleep! I lay awake for hours last night, I just couldn’t sleep, it was so annoying! (Couldn’t even go outside for a walk because it’s not a very nice area.) So I wrote down everything I was remembering about Jez’s visit in Prague. For you, my dear. Blush as appropriate and feel free to add anything!
- Tangoing whilst waiting for the tram (I was word perfect).
- Doing the Monster Mash whilst waiting for the same tram a few hours later. When you realised that putting a hand over my mouth and restraining my arms was having no effect, you simply shook your head and walked away.
- Laughing at the stoopid tourists!
- Playing at stoopid tourists! (Gee honey!)
- The excellent restaurant we accidentally found when it was the only place open at 11pm on our first night there. We returned twice and on our last night ordered exactly the same meal for duck-gasms all round!
- Accidentally calling my university tutor a dick. Oops.
- Espionage.
- Walks through Mála Strána late at night. Those small winding streets, the air of mystery!
- The long, deep, interesting conversations we can have about everything, often just prompted by an interesting piece of grafitti, like the gorgeous graphics from El Laberinto del Fauno.
- The castle we saw for 20 minutes - sorry I made you run up that hill. Bad girlfriend.
- The park on Kampa where you refused to do it with me, even though it was almost empty and everyone else was doing it (with far less style than we would have done, I may add!).
- All the photos we took. The good, the beautiful, and the ridiculous!
- Don Giovanni in the Estates Theatre. Enough said!
- Jazz flute in Agharta at a time when I really should have been in bed! Pulling stupid faces and making rude gestures, when we should really have been pretending to be cool.
- My dubious attempts to cook dumplings and other Czech food. Ahhh, Shmaltz, rapturous foodstuff!
- You dancing around the bedroom in my skirt going "My name’s *Despina*, and I’m a lady!"
- Your singing when we decided to go to mass, even though neither of us even go to church anymore. It was all in Czech and you were word and note perfect. (And the priest had trainers on, teehee!)
- Speaking French almost constantly, especially when drunk, and being absolument dégueulasse!
Dear readers of Despina’s blog,
I did not wear Despy’s skirt at any point in the proceedings. She must have forgotten to take her medication again. I shall contact the men in white coats and they will go and give her the super-strength sedatives.
Jez
Comment by Jez — July 25, 2007 @ 2:44 pm
Gee, honey, wasn’t it, like, so cool? And, like, so, like, old and stuff? And the way they had, like, McDonald’s in foreign languages so we could get, like, burgers?
Comment by Jez — July 25, 2007 @ 2:48 pm
I love you I love you I love you xxxxxxxx
Comment by missdespina — July 25, 2007 @ 3:49 pm
Or perhaps Jez had taken Despina’s medication, under the influence of which he both perpetrated this cross-dressing and retains no memory of it?
Comment by John — July 25, 2007 @ 6:10 pm
Nice try to get him out of a tight spot, but he remembers. He looked hot too!
Comment by missdespina — July 25, 2007 @ 6:52 pm
Hahaha! Thats great! Next time he puts on your skirt and plays ‘a ladieeee’ take a photo!!!!
Comment by princesseecossaise — July 26, 2007 @ 12:55 pm
YouTube here we come!
Comment by missdespina — July 27, 2007 @ 8:48 am