Prague-y Christmas

Today was our "christmasday" (all one word because it's not Christmas Day, but a day for doing Christmas related things). We woke up early (at least tried), went to brunch at Red Hot & Blues (which was disappointing by the way. Sucky cappuccino and so-so breakfast burrito), went ice skating in some old wooden barn looking place, watched the tree-lighting ceremony in Old Town Square and are about to start making sugar cookies while watching Love Actually. Cute, I know. The tree-lighting thing was funny and lame and awesome. They had people on stage from Radio Cityyyy! (this Czech radio station I listen to in the darkroom) and some brass band from Slovakia. I was making up the words to what they were saying since I couldn't understand them. "Welcome, Honza, to Old Town Square! Look at all those teenage girls yelling and pushing everyone around them! Typical Prague behavior. Anyway, let's all talk at the same time! The Christmas tree is real and it's 25 meters high! Countdown! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Lighting malfunction! Oh maybe not! There go the red lights!" and so on. This is what their spastic yelling conversation through huge old microphones sounded like to me. After that relatively anticlimactic lighting (I don't know why I expected something more amazing, like fireworks or people jumping off buildings, but it didn't seem that cool to just push a button and watch some lights go off on this giant Christmas tree), we went to the fried dough stand where I got a fried dough with garlic, ketchup (yes, Heinz ketchup) and shredded cheese. Nasty sounding, but SO amazing. I inhaled that thing. Never order anything with that much garlic and/or ketchup when you are starving. That's why I cannot move from a horizontal position on my bed right now. Gross. I'm such a fatty. And I don't care! Woooo Prague!!! Happy christmasday :)