a night out in Prague

Saturday night. I was left with silence after the long phone call got abruptly cut, sitting on a bench beneath the imposing church, left with my thoughts and the shades of the dark square when laughter and a conversation in Hebrew broke the surrounding stillness. Three guys were walking by with beers in their hands and imagine my surprise when I recognized (or in fact he recognized me first)  one of them as the brother of an acquaintance from Sevilla. I was offered (and welcomed) a sip of beer, and the guys asked if I wouldn't join them for some drinks downtown.
So I ended up going back home to change outfits and joining them for a proper night out till late hours, carousing around known and unknown places, being surrealistically taken around by three Israeli young men in my own town, getting lost to them in one bar for hanging with other people and then finding them again at the good old last resort, the bar that used to be my second home from my 18 to 21 years, dancing my socks off, having drinks with my ex brother in law and smoking joints with some old times local businessman I hadn't seen in years. 
Highlight of the night, the Cross club (shame I had to wait for a friend from abroad to take me there) a place that could be described as one big piece of art, for going there feels   literally like having drinks inside one giant scrap sculpture. If I was complaining about Prague nightlife being poor and, more than anything, boring in style and lacking originality, well i owe Prague sincere apologies for this place makes it up for all the rest. I was sorry not to have my camera, but that's not so bad, for now I will have to go back to take a few pictures there. I will at least leave this video link for everyone to have an idea of that amazing space. a walk through the cross club 

Too bad the music seems to be hit and miss, and that night, it was not the good night -at least for us. I was glad to hear Chapeau Rouge was still considered as a place to be and was even happier to hear some really  cool music tunes when arriving there. Lets say Chapeau never fails, at least not upstairs. You even see certain people who have not moved from their spot on the bar for 15 years, isn't that amazing? Time passes and the world moves, but some things or people are like rocks. There for ever. It gives you a feeling of stability, which is highly needed when you step in that bar at 4 am. 
For a night, I almost had the feeling Prague was mine again. The only thing I failed to do (compared to my glorious party-animal-queen years) was dancing on the bar, but I think that precisely was a rather wise failure, considering the height of the heels I was wearing... 
On the other hand , I managed to bring a trophy home - one of the 5 helium blown balloons I received from some random weirdos in the street. I had dutifully freed the other ones, one by one to fly free with the wind. 
Yeah, a night out in Prague is still worth it!