time shifting, blood and cancer

We seem to have made the time shift fairly easy. Maybe it was the alcohol but I slept very well last night and now I'm ready to TOUR. When Hemingway was sleeping I convinced Sue to go down to where the action is late night and get some Smazeny (pronounced schmoznee) which I guess means "fried" in Czech. Sue introduced us to these "fry" stations that are all over Prague the last time we were here. They are like carnival stands with deep friers and they sell all things fried as well as huge sausages and shots. Yes, we went looking for late night fried drunken food and ended up taking shots right there on the street along with our fried things on a bun. Sue loves the fried cheese on a bun. I had some kind of chicken thing, and then another one and then I talked a reluctant Sue into more shots of this wacky Czech liquor. She said if she were to take another shot, we would have to go somewhere to get her cigarettes too. We then saw a casino and ducked in to get her some cancer. I waited in the lobby while she was getting the smokes and I noticed that I was standing next to a huge pool of blood on the ground. This looked like someone had been shot or stabbed and hung out in the lobby for a while and let their blood drip everywhere. Maybe they had a friend who wanted cigarettes after watching their friend get stabbed and leak their guts out all over. I don't know. Nor do I know if its really a good marketing gimmick for the Casino to look like it has mob style enforcement on site.

ok, off to TOUR!