Prague, Czech Republic
My first night in Prague I wandered down the river with a bottle of red wine in hand, laughing and joking around with new friends I’d made from the hostel who I’m pretty sure I’ll never see again. It was a good night. There’s a certain liberation that comes with the idea that you’ll never see these people again, ever, and I suppose a very far out extrapolation from that would explain the attraction of one night stands. Well that, and alcohol. We even tried using fake names that night for the fun of it, but it all fell apart when we wanted to add each other on facebook. It was a good night.