The concert took place inside Espresso Planetka pub. But that's not where the party was.
My musician friend, Robo Patejdl, and I hosted a great hour-long concert with many old and new friends on that warm August night in Bratislava, Slovakia. After that we had to relocate. Anyone who has been out with me in that neighborhood will tell you that bars, restaurants and houses that we drink at are all just filler. The heart and soul of our Ružinov parties is Drinking Hill.
|Where are the other pictures?|
Rather than try to recall the events of the particular concert, I'm just going to wax nostalgic about Ružinov Drinking Hill. *sigh* People accuse me of many faults: excessive drinking, womanizing, fear of commitment, inability to grow-up, being easily distracted...
Where was I? My worst addiction would be nostalgia. Nostalgia for places, experiences and, most importantly people. I constantly think of the good old days with friends and how I can relive them. Traveling feeds this addiction. Somewhere down the next road is something better and more exciting than what I have already experienced. Every time I return to Ružinov I hope that the next party will be better than the previous ones...
Here is nostalgia at its worst. In pictures, this the legend of Ružinov Drinking Hill:
First we gather lots of alcohol. Russians are famous for their drinking, but their Slavic brothers in general (of course Slovaks) have an amazing capacity for drink. In the United States I'm called an alcoholic. In Slovakia I'm a "weak bitch."
|Czech-Slovak Beer served American House Party Style|
|Parky a Paprika|
|The "front yard" of my Ruzinov flat|
|The Smoking Section|
|The Toast with Fancy 'Merican Imported SOLO Cups|
|10:00pm - Ready to Begin the Drinking Hill Voyage|
|Heading to The Secret Rendezvous Point with Buckets of Beer|
|One Lonely SOLO Cup Is All That's Left|