day eleven

I was truly amazed that people could have such a fantastic time while wearing silly costumes, dancing barefoot to Bob Marley, seriously injuring themselves and drinking .4 staropramen for an exhorbitant sum at a chain bar in Smichov of all places, but it happened and I have the pictures to prove it:

Yup. That's Ann just off the plane in a wedding dress with her fiancé, James, in the back (as usual Vrat needs to take center stage) with the rest of us wearing the MikeFEST! T-Shirts she had made up in Colorado (still a couple left - only CZK 1000 + DPH a piece - get yours now while supplies last!).

To have come all the way from Denver via a full day in Munich in a wedding dress with several bags of T-Shirts shows some real MikeFEST dedication. I forgot to ask if wearing a wedding dress through customs / security seemed at all suspicious...

Thanks again to Martha for arranging the party and, of course, for actually showing up at the event before midnight or thereabouts. It was worth the wait, as she looked fantastic as a flapper. So all's well that ends well:

Vrat eventually stopped crying.

Jirka and Marielle are still nursing their dancing injuries, but are making very good progress.

The Punjabi tinda, Afghani dal, cheddar and spicy sea snails that I wipped up at 4AM also don't seem to have caused any permanent damage to anyone.

TONIGHT!!! (already happened, so here's the review):

DJs Sistematick and and last-minute LuMAN rocked the house with their vinyl stylings in what was a mix of Slovak service, Irish shennanigans, and the usual non-sensical Arab/Elvish-themed nonsense. Thanks as always to the boys at Troll for having as good a time as we did.

Thanks as well to Marika and her beau (was that her beau?) for being such good sports about mistakenly ('cause we told her to) wearing costumes the day after the costume party.

But here's a picture of Dom, Ann, Vrat and Bo instead: