I went for a jog the other night.  On that jog I went to the top of Petrin and was going to crash a private party but nobody looked that interesting there so I went back down the hill and on my way back home I decided to stop in and talk to this guy I know who owns/operates a 4 star restaurant.  I have a beer, and then another couple beer and am poured some shots. 

Eventually well after closing hours Jason decides that drinking at his place was no fun and we needed to go down the street.  A beer and a couple oversized shots (slivovitz is awful) later and I was fully expecting to just say thanks and walk home.  So far, including his resturant and this place I had spent 200 CZK, which was way lower than it should of been however he didn’t charge me at his restaurant.  So Jason was very insistent that we walk up the street to the casino since he had 2 chips from a previous night still. 

He cashed the 2 chips which totaled 1100 CZK in value.  I wasn’t going to play but he gave me 3 or 400 CZK worth of chips and insisted it was all mine.  So we were playing blackjack and I started winning every single hand and he started losing every hand.  After the dealer got 21 three times in a row I decided to cash out.  However I still had 2000 CZK ($108) left.  Well this was fantastic and I was willing to just give it back to Jason, but he wouldn’t have it. 

I was totally ready to be done. I mean I was drunk and had gained some money.  However this was not good enough to end the night for him.  He had to find a Herna Bar (which he said was a nonstop/open all night bar, though I have since found the translation to actually be a gambling house).  We walked around the area but when we couldn’t find one so he waved down a cab. 

Of course I was paying for everything else tonight (err that morning, since it was already after 4am) and the cab drove us somewhere into the Jewish district to some bar that was still open. 

I ordered 2 beers, though I could barely drink my own after all the shots I had had. 

We quickly made friends with 2 random people, one of which looked like he could be Jason Statham’s brother.  The other was an English girl.  At first I assumed them to be a couple but soon found that they didn’t know each other either. 

The girl called a cab for herself and was sitting outside waiting for it, while Jason and this very friendly but brutish guy were inside arm wrestling and talking shit.  I decided to go hang out with the girl outside until her cab came.  Her cab got there and she kissed me and departed.  She was rather fun, considering I never even caught her name. 

At one point we actually left, it was 7 something and we just started wandering around the city.  Nothing was really open, but somehow we ended up at a KFC that actually was.  There were all sorts of crazy stories told on the way back, but I didn’t get back to my loft to go to sleep until 10:30am, when I very quickly passed out.  Though I was amused since Jason didn’t go home, he went straight to his restaurant to open it for the day. 

Ok, I had a lot of fun but holy shit that was a lot of drinking.  There is no way I could do that on any kind of a consistent basis, and I do fear that he will be trying to get me to go out every week.