leperous socialite

so as i mentioned (re: doing anita proud), i had left a note for those guys.....but when there was no response, i wans't too bothered.....i tied some loose-ends (as i was leaving thenext day) and went out on my own...........i had a plan: a little dancing and then some places angela and i didn't manage to check out, such as this underground wine cellar and a veg restaurant/lounge/club........i started at this place that seemed pretty dudly but happened to have cover that got more expensive as the night progressed........5 rooms, each with different music, each of which sucked....honestly!.....i started by hanging in the lounge, the area with the best of the worst tunes and lots of cozy seating.......i think i spoke to one person before a group of people from my hostel entered--including those guys......what struck was that they saw me ignored me.....i'm not used to that.........i felt leperous....it's not that i cared what they thought of me as individuals......it was more that i was lonely and am used to travelers being friendly......i didn't want to be like that saudi guy so i proceeded to find my own fun......on the dance floor, where else?......i danced for a couple of hours to horrible hits, entertained completely by the sad display /comedy show that was the club......i managed to excuse myself just before a guy from ghana practically proposed.........by the time i walked through town, i'd wound down and skipped the other places on the list.......

the next night proved to be the opposite......i was in a new place with new people (cesky krumlov).....7 of us went out in the small midieval town and had a GREAT time......we went to a couple of bars.....had an international foosball tournament, played some pool and danced idiotically to old czech pop songs with young czech art students.......it was the first, of hopefully may, one-night crews.