Stag Do

Something else to write about today, apart from bloody flat hunting. Went to Prague on Chris Marshall's stag do at the weekend. Was brilliant, 3 days of having fun, letting hair down and being able to catch up with some old friends.

Arrived in Birmgham airport 9am Friday morning and got a couple of pints in. This set the tone for the weekend, why does a lads weekend have to be so unhealthy? 3 days of constant binge drinking and eating fast food. Oh well, it was a stag do.

Get to Prague and its 40c and humid. Ooh soo Hot! Whilst England is having torrential downpours, here the trouble is too much heat. Prague is a stunningly beautiful city though and there's a good atmosphere in the town. We walk round Prague stopping in at random bars to sample the Czech beer but by 5pm the tiredness (ridiculously early start at 5am) & dehydration (oppressive heat and lots of lager), have us beat a little. So we go back to the hotel for a little bit of a lie down. After resting and freshening up we head off out back into town.

End up in a cocktail bar and sample many of the cocktails plus a few shots. Stumble out of here and into a place which does stag do stuff, enough said really. All goes a bit hazy from here , remember spewing on the floor of the club after downing a double shot of absinthe and getting home at 5am after eating yet another macdonalds. I don't wanna see another macdonalds for a while thats for sure.

Saturday wake up still pissed, only a few hours after going to bed, can't go back to sleep so me and Chris go down for the free hotel breakie. Pile my plate full of eggs, sausages and toast, have a few mouthfulls, feel sick, stare at it for a bit, ditch it and have yoghurt and orange juice instead. Freshen up, walk round town, have a kebab and then everyone else starts getting the beers in again.

I'm thinking sod this, bile keeps coming up into my throat and I don't want another stomach ulcer, so I go home, drink lots of water and have an afternoon nap. I need to sort myself out a bit for another big session tonight. After a few hours kip I eat a salad to counteract all the shit thats gone inside me, then spend a few hours walking round town buying Chris's outfit for tonight.

Around 9pm all the lads are together in the hotel again, and they're all hanging from a second day of drinking and I'm all fresh and chipper, hee hee. However we get rounds of absinthe in again which perks them back up. And also we dress up Chris in a kids size (he's a big lad) Czech footie shirt, tight lycra shorts with a bannana stuffed down them. He looks as camp as a carry on film.

It's a funny night. Eastern Europe is a little more conservative so there's a few heckles of the Czech blokes and lots of stares. But Chris is a champion, on form. He "High Five's" everyone in a Borat accent with lots of "You like". Its funny as. Back in the cocktail bar its drinking games and shots and I'm on the Strawberry Colada's to cancel out the acid and stop the bile coming up.... it actually works! Chris gets up on stage and puts his finger on these random blokes heads and makes them pirroette. Priceless. They look very confused but eventually do it. I think its only the fact Chris is so big and looks like an absolute nutter that he doesn't get a smack. He eventually gets everyone on stage dancing madly. The girls are well up for it.

But after this things go a bit pear shaped. After two hours of lovely sunshine it starts pissing it down and in the early hours of the morning we all lose each other in the streets. Me and Rich are together but we're cross because two of the lads have pissed of with our kitty (over £200) which we've all chipped into. But when drunk logic doesn't apply. We miss phone calls and end up stumbling round for hours getting lost. Oh well. Get home 5am again.

Sunday wake up and feel like death. Manage a ..... yes you've got it, Macdonalds for breakfast. Hang around for hours in Prague feeling sick, flight, then miss my network rail bus connection from Birmingham to Rugby, bit of a panick, but hassle the staff enough that they put me in a taxi all the way to Rugby, go the Virgin Rail lady. Eventually get back past midnight shattered, and today back to the rigmarole of flat hunting, packing, work but also Val :-)