back in the ussa

So I'm back. Back in the States, back in LA, back in a house with a backyard and pool. I've been back for about a week and a half now but just getting around to blogging. The last week in Prague was absolutely fantastic. Shooting was done, almost all of the Americans were gone, so that just left partying and saying goodbye to the Czechs with one event after another. There was a big dinner party at someone's house, there was paddle-boating, there was the Prague food festival, there was a music festival in town, there was a wrap party, a Narnia premiere party, and a Lisa going away night. It was all very alcohol-filled and sentimental. My last night there was probably my favorite night out of all three months. Just perfect with my closest friends. We had a great time and we bid each other a fond farewell. As I walked away there may have been a few tears (though that may have been the 10 rum and cokes). Either way, it was lovely and the perfect last night.

Turns out I wasn't meant to go out like that though. After getting home at 2am, I woke up at 4am for my airport pickup. Decided to fish out my passport before I lugged two giant suitcases down to the car. Oh, wait, where's my passport? No, seriously, where is it? Yup, turns out I couldn't find it. I had packed the afternoon before in a haze of...wait for it...alcohol induced tipsiness and I apparently hadn't done the greatest job. I looked everywhere and kept the driver there for 20 minutes until I finally decided I had to miss my flight. I was so pissed. And possibly still drunk. So I went back to sleep. When I woke up at 10 I had a driver waiting downstairs to take me to the US embassy to get another passport. Stepped out the door, realized I was cold and went back in to get a sweater. Digging deep in my suitcase I fished out a sweater and, "bam", my passport flies out. Literally. Flies out into my face. I had rolled it up in a sweater and buried it in my suitcase. Obviously a good place for it. So I spent the last day just buying more souvenirs and taking more pictures. Refused to see my friends again because it just seemed lame to have another goodnight dinner after we had such a good time. Ahhh, what a cuba libre mess I was.

So I'm back.... It's weird. But getting used to it. :-)