After this particular party I almost died

Ok, more like this weekend.

On saturday I agreed to help out with some painting business in the Bordo club (I can hear Vondráček saying "you do it only 'cause you like Jiří anyways!"), climbing ladders, absorbing my "boss"'s choleric explosions (because the wall looked better BEFORE!) , being called "really skilful" (which asociates with other activities in MY FILTHY BRAIN). I am posting a little pic of the Road Side Mary's monster ->

Sunday was our "riding our butts off" cycling adventure w/ Karin, it really fulfilled my expectations, if I only wasn't so damn DEAD t'day.


The village of Cvrčovice... oh wait.. . a bird reservation, maybe. Just ask Karin.


Our great guidebook .D Cycling with children.


By the way, had the song "I wanna be there (when you come)" by the Stone Roses in my head all the way and I wonder... are the lyrics about... ahem.. u know, I was lazy to look up the rest, but the refrain sounds... a tiny bit sexual.

Watch the news.

Especially BBC will be informative when I'm getting busted for... any of the illegal things I tend to do.

I am almost done packing, my mp3 loaded with I AM X (Very Prostitutes-esque... After Every Party I Die has this bass line which is just like... damn.. help me.) (Corner has more gay voice than Bell though), Kaiser Chiefs (I am going with my fellow chiefettes after all), Muse (The best shag-song-writers, if I am getting tired by the estrogene company), Arcade Fire (want to turn them all to my faith), The Libertines (that's more of a nostalgy than anything else, cause I've been listening to them all the last trip to London) and The Prostitutes (for I'd love to bring girls to next gig of theirs and they seem to be unhappy about their lack of musical knowledge).

I am so gonna forget something ultra-galactically important at home.