Sweet pRague
What’s uppp? I’m once again writing this in an airport. Vibes are high…for an airport. Ok. Let’s get into it.
At dinner two nights ago my friends were discussing this bar called “Anonymous Shrink’s Office.” The concept, implied in the name, is a psychological approach to mixology. For the sake of the joke, I will quote the website directly “…Swiss psychiatrist Hermann Rorschach introduces his revolutionary inkbolt psychoanalytical method. This Rorschac Test is used…to touch the inner depth of your mind and mix the right medicine for you.”
So basically, they show you pictures, you say what you see, and they make you a drink according to that interpretation. I don’t know if I could do it, simply in fear that they would conduct an entire psychological analysis of my brain to then be like “looks like your perfect drink is a vodka cran.” How offensive.
I went to a sex museum this weekend. It was exactly what it sounds like; The history of all things sex: sex toys, sex culture, sex dolls, sex everything. One room titled “cinema” was literally a room with a regular sized tv playing vintage porn on a loop.
Here is the trajectory of thoughts one has in said exhibit: 1. Wow this is so interesting, 2. It’s fascinating how the porn industry has changed throughout history, 3. they both look low key miserable, 4. Why is the music so cheerful? 5. I’ve never seen a dick in black and white, 6. I’m in Prague, 7. I’ve been watching porn for over 6 minutes with a room full of strangers, 8. Why am I still in here?, 9. Why are my friends still in here? 10. Why are any of us still in here? 7. Im gonna leave, 8. That was weird.