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A pretty extreme weekend actually. One of those cover every base well kind of weekend (not sexual kind of bases, was not that kind of weekend at all).
Lars came over from the UK for the party. As often happens the proper party did not happen as planned and the real festivities happened the Sunday afternoon.

Friday night was pretty unremarkable having a falafel before and after going to the pub was cool and may become something of a routine actually. Saturday was nice and civilised, I got a fair amount of studying done before having people around for supper. We ended up at a sports bar playing darks and flirting with homeless people, while I debated the need for a Black Artists Music awards with a stubborn Irish girl who will probably not read my blog.

Life is different when you get to the bits you know you are going to. I figured a week in a hotel company sponsored would be heaven. Dont get me wrong I do love it, but its not how you think it will be when you have not done it.

Its all rush rush and by the time you get back to your hotel bed your exhausted, semi drunk hungover or hang over. Hotels are also very random you have no idea what its going to be like until you check in. Some are amazing and some like the one I stayed at in Czech are just weird with plastic wrap under the sheets and shit pillows. This hotel was somewhere in between, its little idiosyncrasies including the way you had to leave your key ever time you left the building. Rather odd I thought, I did give me a chance to chat with the counter girls who where occasionally good looking.