Party like it's your birthday!... Because it is your birthday... duh.

On March 3rd, we celebrated Ty's 20th birthday! A very momentous occasion. Fun fact: in the Czech Republic you can drink anything at 18, so by the time we get back to the states, we STILL will not be legal to drink. In fact, we got "carded" for the first time the other day. I'm not sure why, because Ty and I were the only two out of the group who had to show ID. Probably because of his baby face. Anyway, the party started with a surprise party for Ty with some of our close friends here.

Of course the party would not be complete without "happy birthday" hats and balloons!

As you can tell, everyone was pregnant with emotion (elation) to celebrate Ty's big day!

And it seems like his "big day" has continued all week!

Before coming to Prague, we were lucky enough to speak with a couple of students who had spent the semester in Prague last fall. A common theme among them, and the many Internet sites we poured over was the party scene. People here go out. A lot. The fact that a club on campus has actual dance parties on Monday nights should give you an idea of the situation.

On Thursday night, in an effort to meet more Erasmus Students--exchange students from Europe--Ty and I went to a club advertised by our college with a group of three other girls. The club was called "Cross Club." Once I stepped in, I said, "Wow." And that about covers it. Probably one of the most unique buildings I've been in. I'm adding some of the pictures I took, but here's a link to the club's photo gallery. http://www.crossclub.cz/cs/interier/851-dolni-stage/ 

The place had all sorts of handmade gizmos, and multiple levels of seating made by welding rebar together. It had the feel a place that was kept quiet because it's cool... and because it prrrrrobably didn't meet safety standards.

It had two different areas. One that played, what I like to call "screamo" music, and another that played a blend of classic music from the US. (If "Jail House Rock" doesn't qualify as classic, I don't know what does.)

It was the kind of "classy" dive that had stickers like this posted on the iron handrails.

The night would have been perfect if we wouldn't have had to waited thirty minutes for a night tram and then forty-five minutes for a night bus. I'm estimating it took us about 2 hours to make what should have been a 45 minute trip. (TIP: Pay for the app that tells you all of the bus times. It's two dollars, and it's definitely on my shopping list!)

Thanks for reading!

PS. Happy birthday to Ty's mom, who just turned 29 on the 9th! ;)