Well, I thought I might as well update you again while I'm sitting here off sick for the rest of the day.
So, let's start with Friday. I always like Fridays and not just because it's the weekend but it's always a day where everyone's in a good mood. I teach a 3 hour block on Friday mornings from 8am. My first class contains a (very) small group of older guys who are very quiet and hard work sometimes but they're generally nice blokes. My second class at 9.30 are another small group but they are lovely- chatty and with a real sense of humour. I get the feeling they also like having a younger girl to talk to for a change. After this group my teaching day has finished which is another reason to love Fridays :). There's usually a staff meeting, teaching meetings for different classes and professional development sessions in the afternoon though so usually, the day doesnt actually end at work till 4pm and this was no exception last Friday.
Another reason to love Fridays though, is the fact that it's dinner day. Often on a Friday, because most of the staff have to be in school for 1ish for the staff meeting, we all usually end up in a restaurant having a dinner menu (soup and a main for about 100 crowns- £3). Last Friday was curry day apparently, at this new place in town that does a small curry lunch. It's really nice and the guys speak English and the service is fast.
After the meetings we all went for a drink, as usual. There was no time to go home after before we were all meeting our secretary Danka for her birthday at a small pub that brews its own beer at 6 so we stayed there. At 5.30, she came to tell us she was leaving for the pub, but as we had drinks half full we told her we'd follow her in about 15 mins. BIG MISTAKE. Within that 15 mins, the snow descended- and not just snow- a blizzard. When we got off the tram at this place, it was so hard to see, that we were lost, our faces bright red, our hair soaking and clothes drenched. It was so cold, that my eyebrows were in agonizing pain that felt like a thousand needles were piercing them every second. When we eventually got to the place, we immediately ordered food to wamr up and drinks quick with everyone laughing at us. This is a good example of Czech food service here- on a sheet of paper on the table, there was an offer for bramborak and hermelin (potato cakes with this nice cheese stuff) for about 69 crowns. I asked the waitress for it who said there wasnt any of that left. She bought me a menu to peruse through and knowing the Czech mentality now, there it was on the menu so I asked for it. 10 mins later, lo and behold my bramborak and hermelin arrived, 30 crowns more expensive. None left my arse. This is not uncommon im afraid.
To add insult to injury, 30 mins later, more people walked in dry as a bone.
We ended up being out quite late, but nicely, I know my limits now and woke up fresh as a daisy next morning.
So Saturday was a bit of a whirlwind but im not sure why- the day jsut slipped away. At 5 i left to go to Trace's flat to have some food before the Cailedh (picture). As it is Burn's nigt tomorrow, the Scottish expat community put on another dance and dinner thing (including haggis and Burns poetry) on Saturday. We declined tea, cuz 200 crowns isnt really worth it for me, being only able to eat the 'nips and tatties. I think the haggis was the star really and so not worth it. But we went for the dancing which was really fun, however, being 5 foot tall was not on Sunday morning for my stomach muscles having had to stretch up over 6foot guys in some dances. They have a good scottsih band though and bagpipes, which I love. When it finished, we left and went to a non-stop in town for a few drinks. It was nice and not so many people was nice too, having been surrounded by 100s of czechs trying to dance for 5 hours hehe. Eventually we crawled home about 4, but it was worth it, I have to say.
So, Sunday came around too quickly. I got up quite early considering the late night before. I did all the bits and bobs I needed to do, before going out to meet a couple of people from school. They were having a drink and some food in a pub in town so I thought I'd join (if only because I had no food in of my own!) Jack met us a bit later and we left them to go to the little underground film club that's being run in a gorgeous cafe not far from where I live. There were only about 10 people there, but being able to sit in a cool (literally cuz it's in the cellar of the place) area, in a squishy old fashioned armchair with a hot chocolate was really nice. The film had been hyped up by Jack so I was epxecting big things and it was good if a bit brutal. The film was 'Naked' is anyone wishes to know. Their second showing was ''this is spinal tap', which I thought I'd give a miss. 6am Monday mornings don't go well with 12am bedtimes. Plus it had been a bloody busy weekend.
So there you go, my weekend in brief. I will up date again, when something exciting happens and hopefully soon with some photos. There will be photos galore after my visit to Paris I'm sure so until then, tatty bye. :)