A night to remember...

I have spent the morning keeping my head low and being reminded of the vague recolective visions I have floating around the memory chamber in my head...

I returned yesterday afternoon to Dublin from a company weekend in Prague. I have missed the previous 4 international outings of our work social club but decided this year to see what all the fuss was about.

Every year the company pays for a trip away for all people who subscribe (for a tenner a month) to the social club. This is the highlight of a rather action packed and well subsidized social calendar that I largely tend to ignore.

Well,after a rather demure flight to Prague at some ungodly hour of Friday morning, we arrived at a stunning modern 4 star hotel, were shown our rooms, dumped our baggage and headed back down to the bar (well before midday), to hear what the general plan was .....

Considering we were a very large group (nearly 300) the group was split into 2 flights.......I was on the "early" one. The "general plan" was to meet back in the bar at 8pm that night (once the second plane load of people had arrived) to go on a paid for ,drink yourself silly cruise around the canals of Prague - after which you were on your own.... So what to do until 8pm....? Ahhhh, why not go out and find a pub in town ?

Long story cut short ..... 8pm found us back in the pub at the hotel ...."Four sheets to the wind"
Ready for our expedition. And an expedition it was to turn out to be.....
300, well oiled people, left the hotel on foot (in 2 foot of snow) to find the "underground Metro" which would get us close to the boat. Snow was still falling really hard and a few of us from the back decided that we would ambush the guys in front with snowballs...
This started a running snowball fight right thru the centre of prague with no-one exempt from a good pounding... even passersby not in our group. It was like a scene out of a movie... In fairness, the non group "civillians" (old and young alike)probably "gave" better than they "got"..... A) because they were sober and we could hardly see straight ..... and B) because they were used to this type of heavy snowfall and had probably been throwing snowballs since they were kids... Anyway, it was a riot !!

300 people normally attired in Suits and Ties were running amok like kids at christmas !!
All shrieking and wailing and milling snow at each other for well over half an hour. Even a cop car got lambasted as it drove past , surprisingly it just carried on through the group and high-tailed it outta there :-)

The boat trip was really wierd cos I dont remember much of it - it was too cold (minus 10 C )to go out on deck so we sat and emptied the bar. When we got to where we were going ...or back to where we started...cant really remember. the snowfight started up again. I was early off the boat and the people trying desperately to get accross the narrow gangplank made for easy targets so we gave them a pasting - and as the group on the bank got bigger so the missiles raining onto the stragglers getting off of the boat got progressively heavier. At one stage the "Bouncer" came out onto the gangplank to ask us to stop with the bombardment...but a well placed snowball hit him sqare in the mug and he just swore and stomped back inside ... he knew this was one fight he would never win.

The group then dispersed into smaller knots of incapacitated morons and everyone kind of went off to make eejits of themselves in different parts of the city. For those that know the city our group ended up in Chateux Rouge a skanky local place with an underground Dancefloor....

I was told we made it to the Hotel around 5:15 am on Saturday......

It was truly a night to remember ..... followed by a hangover to forget !!