Trams and festivals and irons!

After a long day's journey into night (hehe), I have finally reached my desired destination, as they say - ie, Prague, my birthplace and perennial hometown, despite the fact that I now live in a suburb thousands of miles away. It has been an eventful day - I secured a tramcard, that symbol of the true local (foreigners can't have one and must buy their passes by the day) and proceeded to try to remember not to get run over by the behemoths as they thundered their way down the streets of the Old Town. Due to unpredictable traffic patterns caused by bike messengers, Pegeuots, trams and various other debris that litter the streets in these parts, I also participated in a game of "catch the twentytwo tram" (read: fullon 200 metre sprint across the Moldau that left me gasping for air) and retained the flush of victory for quite some time afterwards.

I have also secured employment at a boutique in Old Town that sells handmade clothes. The minimal pay is more than made up for by the amazing location and great premise of the shop. I start on Monday and I'm very excited. In the afternoon-evening I went to a free folk concert in a park on the other side of town and listened to bluegrass-folk on the hill, Gambrinus in hand. Ah summer.

In an effort to make myself useful, I did some ironing in the evening. Why anyone would invent a steampress iron, or clothes that would require a steampress iron, is beyond me. I am relatively self-sufficient usually and so my laundry often gets done by me, but usually it involves washing, drying, and if I'm feeling ambitious folding and putting away. Irons do not have any stake in the game. They're pointy and hot and make wrinkles while obliterating the original wrinkles and meanwhile I'm standing there going how many freaking panels does this simple buttondown have?! And why are they all different shapes?! Forget Yves Sant Laurent - props to anyone who can put together something as complicated as a buttondown collared shirt.


The 22 tram, about to get in a fight with me. You are going down my dear.