Hm. So.
Jess had a party last night to celebrate Wednesday. There was Me, Jess, Hamish, Asher, about twenty creative-writing-exchange-student-chicks from Chicago and a few others. And wine and watermelon. Watermelon would be a good fruit if it wasn’t for the damn pips.
At 12 or so the new guy in the flat turned off the music and announced that the police were coming up the stairs, but he turned out to be fibbing. It was just the old granny from below, complaining that she couldn’t sleep because of the music. I think she was just pissed off she wasn’t invited. We offered her some rum but I fear it was too late.
About half an hour later the same guy again turned off the music and announced that the police were coming up the stairs, but this time they really were and he wasn’t joking. Three cops rang the bell and asked to see everyone’s papers. A wave of panic passed through the flat.. nobody had their passport and a few people (Hamish for example) were over their visas and liable for deportation. Fortunately they gave up and didn’t lock us all up. I say “us” though me & Asher actually did have our passports and would’ve been the only two to escape jail had the worst happened.
Tomorrow I’m going to Cesky Krumlov on my own for the weekend.
It will be sharp darts.