Stephen Cuffey

So this post is to give you a description of what the pictures below are all about. I know this description is a little late, but I was on spring break and just returned. That also means that there will be a whole new batch of photos to install and discuss coming up later this week I hope. So they follow "a fun weekend", mainly photos from Friday night and Saturday night. So Friday night was special because it was the seniors' Ples, held in a ballroom in the "Culture House". This is the prom equivalent that the final year students- classes 4.C and 6.A plan and put together. Ples is like prom only in the fact that it is a dance geared mainly for the older students. It, however, is a much different experience. For starters, there is just a lot more alcohol. Prom nights for many students will begin and end with alcohol outside of the dance, or the little they sneak into the dance; but at Ples alcohol is served and encouraged by all. Also, while Prom is attended by the older students, the younger students lucky enough to find dates, and the unfortunate teachers who get roped into chaperoning the dance, Ples is attended by all: most teachers, parents, family members, friends, friends of the family, etc. After dinner at Pizzaria Queen, we arrived at the dance a little after 7pm. At the beginning of the evening, the seniors came out to music from the musical Chicago and had actually choreographed a dance involving all of the final year students in semi-authentic 1930's outfits. Afterwards each of the seniors were announced by name and baby pictures shown across the screen in front. Very cute. They walked to the front and were presented with graduation sashes and flowers. Now they just have to actually graduate. The night continued with festive dancing and trying to steer clear of the students that were too drunk.
The next morning we crawled out of bed and made our way up to Prague to continue the festivities there. The next thing worth mentioning was the dinner on Saturday night. We dropped a heafty sum of money to eat at a Brazilian restaurant where you get all the meat you can eat, and then some. And they serve it to you on swords! After that we just went to the Fat Koala (English translation), a trendy bar downtown, and tried to not think about food or meat or dancing or anything we had overloaded on that weekend. And so this was a relatively brief description of a fun weekend.