Prague Stag Doo 2009!

It was my Mates Stag-doo last weekend and we took off to the city of Prague in the Czech Republic. It’s about a 2 hour flight. Had a Blast! We dressed up the Groom to be (see the Pic above) and made him travel in that gear…ohh-yes! Rocky Horror outfit. OMG...when we saw it that morning, I just thought he is going to throw his toys out of the pram and not wear it...but fair dues...he got on with it and dressed up. That’s his dad with him in the photo. I’m sure it was a proud moment for the old lad! LOL. Was so funny when we were all going through departures at the airport and some of the looks he was getting. Even security where having a right laugh and one woman who looked well serious asked him to step out of the line and to go with her. We were all thinking "aye-aye-what’s going off here....they don't body search you on the way out"...lol. She opened this door where her boss was making an important phone call and shoved the stag thru' the door. The look on this guys face who was on the phone. lol. I Think the boss about messed his pants! The security gal was in stitches...she was laughing her head off. I thought at one point we were going to have to get her oxygen. The flight went well anyway and when we got to Prague airport...it was sweltering. Really was in the mid 30's. So, dumped the bags at the hotel and got out for a bit. Found a Irish bar of course...had a few in there. Had a couple of pints...asked some locals places to go and see and we all piled back to the hotel....half an hour turn around and out. Found some cracking bars and that. The trouble was that half way thru' the night it threw it down big time and I mean threw it down. Massive heavy rain....thunder and lightening. We had to stand in a door way at one point it was that bad. 14 of us huddled up. We had allowed the Stag to change into Civilian clothes by then. lol. Ah.~one bar we went in called the beer factory was well good. You get your own beer pump on the table. Well, it's 4 pumps and they give you a glass each and you just help yourself. There is like a "pump" read out on to (like a petrol pump) and then when you are done you just give your table number and you pay for what you have. Mind, we nearly got thrown out of there because there was a glass washer and we kept squirting it and soaking each other. See...grown men acting like kids. The thing was that we were soaked to the bone from the rain anyway. Went up a few clubs, some of the old lads went back around 1.30am...2ish. We carried on...even ended up in a Casino and by the time we fell out of there and had a kebab, we got back to the hotel just before 4am. Was up again for just after 10am. Managed to get some Breakfast and few juices down us. The stag was in a bad way when we went to knock him up. Him and the best man where still in bed. Lol. Mind, he had been on some right nasty stuff the night before. I think Absinthe was the main poison of choice. We did find out that he did throw up once when had gotten up. A group of us ended up going for a walk up the old town to try and scope the place out a bit more in day light. Again, from a bright start the weather opened up and we had heavy rain. We managed to hole up in this Kola bar place. Was alright and it had a dart board in there. We did get out of there only for the heavy rain to push us back into the bar after half an hour. We were soaked so stayed in there having our own darts tournaments. All chucked in 50 dingbats (I think the currency was Koruna’s~We just called the money dingbats~shrugs shoulders) and last man standing. I did win one round and then second all the bloody time then! Eventually the full group of us all met up at the kola bar and even the stag made it down. Hair of the dog ale sorted him out. We got back to the hotel about half five....had a quick power nap and then all showered and met up down in the hotel bar. Beach shirts night that night. We did all look funny. It was raining and there we all are in loud nasty shirts with garlands on. Started off at the hardrock Cafe....stodged out on big fook~off burgers and then hit the town again. Found a bar called Coyotes...and yeppers...the gals behind the bar did get up and do the line dancing things up on the bar. It was horrible..er..aherm..shaa-wing! Got talking to loads of people in there. Bunch of Irish lads...then some polish gals and some locals too. Was a top night...got loads of attention with the shirts being on. Did a few more clubs and again...didn't get back to base until around 4am. Sat up having a night cap until 5!! lol! Had a couple of hours kip and then got up. I got to admit that i was not feeling too clever by 10am. I wasn't ill or anything...just like a zombie. I did make it down for breakfast but didn't eat too much. Geesh! Heard a funny story about one the lads who was sharing his room with heavy snorer. He got so fed up in the end of the noise his mate was making that he went and got his duet and pillow and slept in the bath. The thing is he woke up after a bit and at first thought that he has wee-ed himself. He had a very wet crotch. Turns out that bath tap was a touch/pull down faucet and he had kicked in in his sleep and the water had ran just a little and he soaked it all up. The weekend was just full of silly little stories like that. Like when we got there, we managed to sneak one of the boys bags off (it's a budget airline so we could take our bags on as long has they are a certain size) and put it on to the bus that took us from the plane to the terminal Building. Well, me mate was going nuts.....we were all sat on the bus laughing and we could see my mate coming out the plane...then back in again...then down the steps...and then back in again. Eventually they threw him off the plane and the bus driver was beeping the horn. You can imagine what he called us when he did eventually figure we'd got his bag. Yeah..top weekend...really was. Week to recover then off to Newquay camping....eeek!!