Valentine in Dresden

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This article has been sitting in my concepts for past few months. I wrote majority of this already, but as you may see, my procrastination prevents me from ever finishing anything :). I hope I will manage to remember the blank spaces, enjoy!

Every year, there's a Valentine discount for RegioJet buses. You can get tickets to destinations such as Vienna, Amsterdam and Rome (not from anywhere, though, in Czechia you have to go from Prague), 1+1 free. Of course, there are some catches, for example you can't cancel them, but it's still worth it. 

I love traveling with my sister, it's one of those things that keep me somehow sane, so of course we had to go. Last year we went to Amsterdam, next year it's maybe going to be Amsterdam again (there's still so much we missed) but this year the council decided for Dresden. 

Dresden might not sound as exciting, I wouldn't really think of it, but when we went to Berlin before New Years Eve, we went through Dresden. It looked so beautiful, with it's gothic historical center, cathedrals and all the shops. We couldn't resist. Two months after Berlin, we were back in Germany. I have never spent even two hours in this beautiful country few months ago, so this was still very exciting. 

There are some amazing things in Germany that you would be hard-pressed to find in Czechia, at least outside Prague, such as Backwerk (cheap yummy pastries), german Bretzels and curry wursts and actual Froyo shops. We knew we are going there waaay before RegioJet started selling Valentine tickets. In fact, we had our cheap hotel and tickets to Prague booked so ahead of time, that we had to go there even if we couldn't use the 1+1 discount.
The only thing missing was asking for days off from my work. 

Yep, I do tend to forget about that. Luckily, it all worked out by the end, I just had to work the night before and the morning of. That meant that I got off the work at 5:30 AM on Friday the 13th. The train to Prague, the one containing my waiting sister (she lives with our parents, so she was leaving from Karviná), left at 6:50. I was positive that sleeping wouldn't be a good idea. Of course, I was dreading this. 

I decided to use carbs and sugar for energy instead. It wasn't such a genius idea, but it made me a little bit happier, so when I left my apartment (I managed to shower and get a breakfast before leaving) I was actually looking forward the journey. Luckily my sister really was waiting for me in the train, and after greeting her, I fell asleep rather quickly. This nap powered me through the day.

The journey was uneventful, but we had to go through Prague. Commuting between Main Station and Florenc makes me nervous. It´s not a long journey, it only around 20 minutes by feet, but if your train gets any delay, you can easily miss your bus from there. We did not mess around - no coffee, no McBreakfast, just sheer fear of missing our connection. I hope I will be able to move to Prague one day just to skip the journey from Moravia. 

Of course our first stop in Dresden was Backwerk. Not just because it was time for lunch, but also because we are very enthusiastic for pastries. We got a red velvet cinnamon roll, börek with feta and spinach and some type of focaccia. It was all very good.

Next stop was supposed to be Zwingler gallery, filled with old masters and centuries worth of history. The road there from Dresden Hauptbanhof is filled with shops (such as Lush as Zalando Boutique) and malls. Originally, we were supposed to shop by the end of the program - we don't have Primark or Hollister anywhere near our home and we wanted to use this chance. So we changed our mind quickly. As much as we wanted to see Zwingler, shopping spree sounded like more fun at the moment, and we knew that there's a froyo shop in Altmarkt. 

I have never had my own frozen yoghurt before. I tried it once, after my sister and our friend Andy accidentaly had to pay around 20 euro for a small cup. They did not notice the price was based on weight. In tragic turn of events, I love it. Why, just why are there not any shops in 100 kilometer radius :(.

After this, we did some sightseeing. Dresden is stunning, really. We based our programme around historical center of the city, which is filled with beautiful architecture and rich history. Terrible weather conditions (that never failed to make me regret my decision to arrive in dress and light coat) actually added a lot to the gothic atmosphere. 

When we were taking this picture at Schlossplatz, nearby street musician started playing Wonderwall. Since both of us love Oasis, we took it as a great sign for our trip. 
And yes, we were trying to make a heart. 

My sister carries her pink digital camera everywhere, which allows us to make a lot of photoshoots. Sadly, I can´t  share majority of them :(. I also suck at remembering our actual stops - but we saw Katolische Hofkirche, Bruhl Terrace, Frauenkirche, Stallhof and Schlossplatz, as mentioned above. 

We also saw QF Passage, mainly since both of us wanted to get a Jellycat. My favourite one is Timmy the Turtle, but as always, we chickened out. They are cute, but expensive. (Just like us.)

Then we went to our hotel, and even during the journey we knew just how cooked we were. It was cheap and our room was nice, however, it was in the middle of nowhere. We have to commute for almost an hour, last kilometer and half by foot. There wasn't any shop or open restaurant for at least one kilometer square, but we had to get some food anyway. As exhausted as we were, we made the trip to Netto as quickly as possible, and then we went to sleep very early.

We have been looking forward our next trip a lot. We went to Moritzburg, the castle from Tři oříšky pro Popelku/Three Wishes for Cinderella. We watch that movie every Christmas Eve, it´s part of our tradition. And by our I mean majority of our nation - you dine, then you turn on TV while opening presents, there´s Cinderella, then some new Christmas movie (they make one every year) and then Pelíšky. And I wouldn´t want it any other way. Like many of our greatest films, Popelka was coproduced by Germany, and parts of it were also filmed there. Moritzburg castle is one of those locations. 

Not only did they film it there, they also had an exhibition with costumes, stuff and trivia from the movie. And not only in German, but also in Czech :D. We loved the recognition. After the nightmarish journey (more on that later, but let´s say that trams were not on time), we were instantly transported into Christmas.

I think this is my favourite dress from the entire movie.

My sister collects postcards, she gets one on every single one of our trips. She used them as a travel diary. I feel like this one was the only correct option from our Valentine trip.  

You can take a photo with Cinderella´s shoe outside :D.

After we went all the way through exposition, we had half an hour to kill and we were very hungry, our morning was too chaotic to get breakfast, so we went into the first restaurant we could find. None of the waiters spoke English, which made sense as it was very tradional Saxon restaurant (at least visually), however, all of the other guests were either Czech or Slovak so it didn't feel very adventurous. What can I say, our nation loves Cinderella. 

Both of as got just a cake, as we didn't have time for coffee. I heard that this region is one of the first ones (along with Moravia and Bohemia) that came up with tradion of cake, coffee and gossip. 

The cakes were very good. I got marzipan one and my sister Eierschecke I think, a traditional Dresden cheesecake. It was sooo tasty.

What was not very good, however, was our journey back to the city. First od all, what? One way journey for 6,20? Illegal. But that was nothing. 

We managed to plan our journey on annual something that I can only call anti-nazi protest day, just for the sake of simplicity. We knew that the protests could have effect on public transport, but we didn't expect it to make our bus 40 minutes late. 

Already one hour late for our plans, we were craving for something cheap that couldn´t disapoint us, so we commuted to Backwerk at main station, instead to our first stop. This was a mistake, as we should soon learn that nothing goes from Hauptbanhof. Not only did no knew trams arrive there - none could leave, either. There were two trams, standing there for at least 20 minutes, full of unamused people.

So we walked the 3 kilometers instead. It was very cold, and I did start regretting my thin coat and lack of pants once again. Also, we were angry that we fell so much beneath our plan - it was almost 14:00 and the only one we finished was Moritzburg. 
Still hungry, we stopped by Madame Croissant, bakery that we wanted to visit day prior. I ordered a crookie and enjoyed it a lot.

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Luckily, it was worth it. Molkerei is supposed to be the most beautiful milk shop in the world and honestly, it really is. Not like I have been to many milkshops. It's also quite affordable and theres a cafe, too, but we decided against getting anything.

As you will see for lack of photos, we felt tired and very defeated at this point.

Next on was a photobooth on Louisestraße, it didn't work, sadly, but it allowed us to walk through the New Town. It was interesting, more Berlin than Vienna. It felt quite cool, filled with shops and cafés with several different types of matcha. I liked it there. After Kunsthofpassage, very interesting building, we decided to rest for a little bit, and as we are attracted to all things Tiki, we got milkshakes at Tiki bar, and they were SO GOOD. 
They gave us some power to continue our journey - at this point, there was only Kartoffel Gallery and Canaletto Blick left. 
They were closer to the Old Town, and of course, we walked there. I only now remembered that we actually bought 24 Hours ticket for public transport fot this day.
It was, in fact, one of our biggest defeats.
Canaletto Blick offers a nice view over city and Kartoffel Gallery is nice, free gallery, translatable as Potato Gallery. They had nice merch and didn´t take too long to walk through, which was nice as we were increasingly tired.

Suddenly, we realised it's not even 6 PM yet and we are already finished. So we went to a mall, naturally, mainly looking for souvenirs. We always bring some food (typical local cuisine, ideally) and fridge magnets. We had a clear plan - wursts for dad and grandma, Bretzels for mom. It´s the only thing piercing through her health freak tendencies. 

I really like the Praguer Street. It may speak to my inner capitalist, but if you ever get tired of all the amazing museums and history in Dresden, some shopping is very rejuvenating. 

I got a claw clip from Primark, and Denda bought herself new bathrobe. It was hard to pack later, but it made her very happy.
Also, we got ourselves dinner in Carrefour, since both of us would probably rather die than walk another kilometer to Netto. 

On our last day, we started at a Chocolate Museum. What can I say, gluttony is our one way ticket to hell :). Our journey there was traditionally rocky, but we got there first, so we had the entire thing for ourselves. Most of the material was written in German, but we (my pitiful German skills and my sister´s Google Translate) powered through this. Did you know that chocolate bars were made in Dresden first? It used to be one of the choco capitals.
One of the most amusing activities there was a taste test between cheap chocolate and expensive one with instructions of what to look for. Cheap chocolate was represented by Milka, which is funny, as both me and my sister see Milka as some fine stuff. If the notion of no more sweet samples makes you sad, don´t worry - the souvenir shop had some good and rather cheap speciments. I tried the champagne truffle that catched my interest so much in the museum. It didn´t taste very champagny to me, though. 
There´s also a coffee shop under the museum. The service was average (just your run of the mill exploitation of sad local students) but the hot chocolate was very good. 

Also, we felt increasingly more pressed about out need to get fridge magnets. I don´t know for sure if we eould even be allowed back home without them. Luckily, you don´t have to pay admission for Zwingler Gallery gift shop. We got a milkgirl for our granny, and snail for us, which didn´t amuse our mom even a little bit.

And because there´s not such a thing as too much museums (even if you´re as tired as I was already), we visited Hygiene Museum as our last stop. You should definitely go there even if it´s not your thing, as it was both informative and interative. There was also exbition about revolutions, featuring a lot of Czech history. It was nice to feel a little bit of national pride. 
The only thing left to do was to go home, after this. (But first, of course, we went to Backwerk for one last time.) 

I have to say, it was amazing weekend and I would be happy to go back to Dresden again. There´s history, shopping to do and great food all around the town, so I can definitely recommend Dresden for everyone. 

There was another nice surprise awaiting us. Originally, we were supposed to get to Prague and walk around for two hours (probably go to Knedlín), which would mean that Denda would have to change trains in Ostrava, probably miss her bus from train station and then get home waaay after midnight. But just we were approaching ÚAN Florenc, our stop, our mom called us that if we will be able to make it, she will buy us tickets for train that leaves in 30 minutes. That was great for both of us. I had to finish article for zine I was working on, so I was very happy to get to my computer so much sooner. 

Dresden was amazing. It had so much to offer, even if it was not always prepared for international tourists. Just try to plan ahead any demonstrations, please :).

Bye!

I hope everyone enjoyed Valentine as much as we did! 
Also, I hope I will make myself finish more articles soon :D. I´m working on few of them - some of them about our travels. I feel like I should definitely write about Berlin, Vienna, Athens, or maybe even the article about cheap travel around Europe.

See you soon!

Dressing Up for Work - Is It Even Worth It? My Reality, Icons and Inspiration

 Hi!!!

I don´t believe that you can actually be overdressed. As long as you´re comfortable and feel happy in your outfit, you´re right on the dress code. (Unless there´s an actual dress code, then you should at least try to be on theme.)
I also believe in dressing up for success, it´s little brother of faking it till you make for me. 
And I like feeling pretty, I love getting compliments and I love experimenting with fashion, hell, the one day I went to high school in just jeans a band tee, multiple people asked me if everything is alright at home. Still, there´s one place where I´m doing my bare minimum. 
It´ my work. I work as a receptionist at a 4 stars hotel. I have 7 shifts per month, from 17:00 to around 5:20, depends on the time my colleage arrives. I work alone, right in the city center with no way to know if there´s going to be any drunk creep in my foyer.  
The last thing I want to be in such a moments is pretty. I know I have very soft, kind face and eyes that scream approach me. I know that with any kind of bra, I have rather 3D decolt. Even as a bartender I knew that I didn´t want anyone to notice this when I´m just trying to cover my rent. Every shift I wear the same long, dressy pants, same blazer and I circle through 4 tops, though it´s starting to get too hot for my favourite turtleneck. Zaira, my flatmate and friend once told me I dress like Chandler Bing. With that, I use a little bit of eyeliner and mascara, put on my glasses and put my hair in a ponytail or bun. 
While this sounds like a lot, this is my version of camouflage. It makes me disapear into my role as a NPC. I do my best to look nice, unasuming and not very interesting to our costumers. I will never be hostile, but I hate being flirted with, or even dragged into long conversations at 3AM when I´m just trying to finish all my tasks as well as possible. 
Does it have its negatives? Heh, maybe if we will host Oasis one day and I will look this lame. 
I hope it´s not very visible on this blog, but I´m sucker for romance. I love matchmaking, romcoms and I tend to always pin over someone. I´m kind of a flirt when I get drunk and awkward disaster the rest of the time, so when we get a guest who appears attractive to me, I usually wish I had put some care into my apearance or at least filled in my eyebrows. Still, it´s not like I could have done anything, it´s just my childish pride. 

How would I like to dress if I didn´t have to be afraid of creeps? Or more acurately, how am I going to dress for job that doesn´t feel like a boring neccesity? 
I don´t believe I´m going to be a rock star anymore, but I can see myself in management or production instead. Anything to do with culture, really. I want to be professional, but visibly myself. My first inspiration for this is both 80s trad goth and corp goth. 
Blazers, silver details, dramatic and/or striped blouses and fine silver details. Quality over quantity. All of those keywords are right in my alley. I never wanted to go the corporate route, partly because I couldn´t imagine myself in standart office wear, but when I first saw corp goth at 17, I realised that things may not be as dim.
I feel like it´s too easy to see alternative clothing as something extra, but it can really be as simple as few pieces from second hand store a bit of personal flare. That´s why I love 80s so much, not just with goth and new wave, but also with power dressing - it´s casual, yet sooo extra.

This picture of Gerard Way. Honestly, Gerard Way. He has a way of making formal looks look so cool just by power of details and sheer personality. I looove achievable icons, as I already recreated this outfit with random stuff from my wardrobe. 

It also proves my theory that the coolest thing you can do is get a nice pair of sunglasses.

Of course, I would lie if I pretended that media had no role in my style preferences. When I was a kid, before I knew what ladies of the night actually do for living, I wanted to be cool ass pimp, just like the ones from American TV and films. The ones in matching suits, big hats, with lots of jewelry and cool demeanor. I thought they radiate coolness when I was 7, and I guess their portrayal made lasting impact on my fashion sensibilities. And before you ask me, we had TV in the living room and my dad did not believe in ratings. He watched Silence of the Lambs with me when I sick once, I was 11 I think. Sesame Street would have been just fine. 
(Mom, on the other end, refused to watch Love, Actually with me and my sister until we were 15. I don´t think they communicated this side of our upbringing at all.)
It´s no surprise that Kakihakara from cotroversial classic Ichi the Killer spoke to my sensibilities so much. I love his bleached hair and wacky suits. 
I think I love Tyler Durden so much for the same reasons. Even if they wear outfits that can be preppy in theory, we can actually see them worn. They are very lived in, to the point it´s actually part of the outfit. It´s three piece indie sleaze for me. Both of those guys, icons you might even say, are same side of the same coin. 

As for the series, Sex and the City is filled with inspiration for me. I love the fact that we can see working women with actual jobs (yes, even Carrie) and power and their different takes on fashion. I like Miranda the most, of course. While I don´t see myself replicating any of the looks in the show (okay, maybeeee ...) I love the diversity in their wardrobes. The worst thing a show can do (but now I´m kidding and being a little dramatic) is dress everyone the same. 
I really love the way Miranda wears her suits. She can be both visibly successfull, yet very feminine. And I love her hair, if I will ever get tired of having bangs and layers I will probably emulate her.

When I´m looking at my inspirations, I feel like I should start a suit collection already. Lucky me, I already have a great start. At the same time, I feel like a lot of my inspirations are typically on the more masculine side, which is surprising because my day to day style can be described as girly girl. Maybe I fear that I´m not going to be respected in miniskirt so I want overcompensate? 
I don´t know, I don´t feel like velveteen suit would gain me any more respect :D. But I do need to get it. I wish I wasn´t so damn short, I fear ordering a suit from Vinted. Or even a pants or blazer. 
Also, looking at my muses, I hope I will get an office job after all, because there´s no way I´m wearing any of this to work tend the bar or get yelled at some kitchen. 
What I want the most after all is probably to have fun with my looks.

What about you guys? What is your biggest work fashion icon? And what do you actually wear to work? :D

See you very soon!

Advent Throwback

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Apparently I have never posted this coord, which does make sense. I live in hell of my own disorganisation so sometimes I do forget to post or even write an article. When I realise my mistake I usually scrape my idea and end up with nothing. Not today, because I really want to post here more regularly and giving up my perfetionism is probably the only way to do so. 
So here you have festive fountain in Karviná, photographed by my mom. 

She went to the Christmas market with my sister the same day I got this delicious cinnamon boba with my friend here in Olomouc. We wre treating ourselves for our presentations in archeobotanics. I was presenting an article about flora in Meditarean area, however, since there was way too many people in that class, each of us had to wrap it up in under 2 minutes.

I wore my favourite BtSSB dress that day. I think this was really cute coord, I will absolutely wear it again, maybe with bonet next time. I just wish I trimmed my bangs that day, or at least did something else with my hair. 

It´s way too easy to procrastinate. That´s another one of my problems. I really want to make more casual posts like this, just outfits and glimpses into my actual life. When this post comes out, I will be in Copenhagen. I have been working on post from Dresden for past two months, and I worry that it will take me just as long to write anything abour Denmark, but I don´t want to fall into spiral of unproductivity again. 
Also, I have been thinking about "How to travel in college" post, since I do travel a lot and I feel like a lot of students don´t realise all of their option. We will see about that, though.


See you soon! And this time for real :D.
Bye!

Pillion; Definitely a Film

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I´m a firm believer that film should make you feel something, otherwise it´s not really a good movie. I also believe that entertaining films should be messaured differently than "high quality" ones - I would always choose Zoolander over 2001; Space Odysey, after all. 
In this merit, Pillion is absolutely a film. This Cannes winner for best adapted screenplay made me feel intense confusion and a strong "huh" quite a lot. It´s not due to the lack of skill - I feel like whatever the team was doing was done very well. I´m not sure if they were trying to do the same thing though.

The film follows Colin, played by Harry Melling, wallflower efectively shielded by his overprotective mother. He´s quite unsure in his life. This fact is comunicated to the viewer by the fact that he is friendless, his mother has to get him dates and that he works for the police.
Pillion is not just about Colin. It´s a what if scenario - the what if being "What is going to happen if you drop off a Hollywood star in British suburb?" It´s like throwing atomic bomb at the Smurfs village. Alexander Skarsgård (whose performance really brings Ray into life) towers over everyone, too hot to be to handled, yet somehow too emotionally stunned to communicate anything but his desires.

Their love story is anything but romantic. It´s pure strech of power dynamics into everyday life. It´s not Ray´s first rodeo - he initiates Colin into the extreme lifestyle of BDSM biker subculture. From the first moment it´s clear why it´s storywise better for Colin not to have any friends - even I would tell him Girl, leave. Colin doesn´t see being treated like a servant (mixed with disobedient puppy) from day one, with no prior discussion, like a red flag. Viewer, however, might be surprised - blow job behind dumpsters on first date is one thing, but making your date make you breakfast after your first night together is strange.
There are only two factors that make the whole thing non-creepy. First of all, Ray is hot. He shares a long eye contact with Colin when they meet and it´s so indecent I almost got pregnant. Second, Colin seems to enjoy this. 
Before, he was a loner who spent all his time between his parents and work. Now he has a lifestyle, a community and he seems to find a lot of pleasure and pride in being submissive. The film is very good at portraing this newfound self esteem. At the same time, it´s not afraid to balance this feel-good wave of self respect with showing us that extreme dependence on your partner isn´t a good idea. 
Also, while their relationship is sexual, it´s not portraid as somehow sexy. It does not try to glorify anything - I think it´s a good thing that this is a British production, as they keep their bikers average and realistic in the looks department. I don´t think that any wayward youth is going to watch Pillion and think wow, this is exactly what will help me without understing nuance. (On the other hand, I watched both Trainspoting and Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo and still thought that being junkie is cool as a kid. Kids are strange.)

What this film lacks is intentionality. It feels like no one knew what they wanted to tell, and you can see it in the strangely unbalanced story. There´s no journey, just a few scenes, some things happen with both protagonists acting in a way that can get us to the next scene quickly and when it ends, there´s no explanation. No preparation even.
While leaving viewer with more questions can be amazing and contribute to the experience, it has to be done skillfully, not just because you ran out of time. 
This way we have Colin, who is contantly oscilating in different stages of finding his ego, whose story is only finished through a quick montage. The guy we meet at the end after the montage is not the guy we have been watching the whole movie. And I don´t mean it in a synthetic way- in terms of character development, it feels like he jumped from A to Y all of sudden.
This film is not very fair to the viewer. Still, it´s not terrible, just very, very mid. Which is shame, because it has all characteristics of future classic, it´s just the actual content that seems lacking. 


Have you seen this movie? And what film disapointed you the most? 
I didn´t even realise there haven´t been a new post for such a long time, and for that I apologize. I have some drafts that need to be polished, so, see you soon? 
Byee! :D

Quick trip to Prague (feat. The Last Dinner Party)

Hiii ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ,

I want to cry, I almost finished this and I accidentally deleted this. I hope it's still readable, but I hate writing the same old staff from my memory.

I write for this music magazine and I tend to write down for seemingly cool concerts and then be surprised when I receive accreditation. This is exactly what happened with The Last Dinner Party. I didn't really listen to them before but my friend Zaira loves them, so I figured out this is going to be interesting anyway. 

I also figured it's still too cold to stay out on Prague up until 3 AM waiting for the first train, so I booked myself a hostel. Is this a sign of maturing?

I haven't properly visited Prague for some time (I have been there literally last week, but it was just tranfer on my way to Dresden, so let's not count this :D) so I planned a nice day filled with culture. I wanted to get there early, too, but my body interpreted this too literally, so I woke up at 1:30 AM and couldn't fall back asleep, even though my train was leaving at 6:50. It was not a good sign.

Also, Olomouc got completely white through the night. It was beautiful, but I feel like it´s little too late for that much snow? It´s almost spring for me :D.

Originally, I wanted to visit Hungarian Insitute for Hungarian Bride exhibition and Zvon gallery, but when I got to Prague I didn't really feel like going to there so I ended up just strolling around. 

Since I have gotten into my thesis a lot I wanted to see some old fashion houses and other hot spots, so I wasn´t completely aimless. 

I also wanted to go to my favourite places, Josefov (Jewish Quarter), Anežský klášter (medieval collection of National Gallery), Stínadla (few streets from Záhada hlavolamu, cult series for children) and maybeee grab something from Knedlín and Taiyaki Bar, but after getting the one specific cookie from Marks & Spencer I have been craving, I wasn´t really feeling any more snacks. 

When I don't have a strong plan, I always just march on, which would be so bad, if it wasn't so cold, my bag wasn't getting heavier with every step and if my shoes weren't designed for warmth and comfort rather than support on long strolls. 

By the time I got to Vinohrady, where I wanted to visit Grotta, beautiful artificial cave, it was over for me. I had to sit down and rest, because I was totally destroyed. 

Luckily, there is a new place in the city, Chibi Mochi. They sell some drinks but mainly mochi donuts. While I love donuts and I looove mochi I'm still not sold on this combination. That was fine, thought, as I was finally in little less vertical position. 

I decided to get some actual food and time out at nearby mall, which probably saved my life, as I still had a lot of time to check in and around 3 kilometers ahead of me.

Why didn't I go by tram? I'm too cheap for tickets, that's why. It gets me into trouble quite often.

When I got to hostel DO RE MI was just a shell of a person. Luckily, check-in was quick and I could get straight into the bed. 

The hostel is nice, just for women and while the beds are loud, they are also comfortable, so I have nothing to complain about. It was luckily very close to venue, too.

I couldn't really imagine going to the concert and then writing the article, as I was so exhausted I thought I will wake up sick the next day, but I couldn't really do anything about it. I had to get dressed, walk the 450 meters to the venue and then actually stand through the show. 

The only thing that cheered me up was the obvious drip of my fellow concert goers. 

That, and the fact I was on guest list. Feeling important always improves my mood.

Luckily, the show was great. It was set in eclectic ruins of convent, adorned by grapevine. When The Last Dinner Party came in, it felt like we have built Olymp just for ourselves.

They were very good, not just music wise, but also when it came to performing. Just like Rasmus, they are one of those bands that make you feel like they would never want to be anywhere else but in front of you. 

All of them are also insanely talented - at one point, all five of the harmonised into a beautiful melody. They are often compared to Queen, but I was reminded of Rasputina way more. 

When the concert ended, I just wrote down what I remmebered and went to sleep, knowing that I will have to wake up at 5:30 and actually finish my article. Usually, I go to the cheapest, nearest fast food that won´t close for next few hours and then scrap together the whole article there on my phone. This is actually the first time I changed my routine. 
I honestly think that writing after being well rested, without the stress of waiting for 3AM bus in city full of strangers, is waaay better than my usual routine. I really hope I will get into Prague for my masters, as it would allow me to go to way more concerts. 

Have you been to any concerts this year so far? Or are you planning any? 

See you soon!

Bye!