Madonna, Matt Fletcher, Stockholm, It's a Boy...

Greetings. This might be my most random post yet.

Madonna
She played here two weeks ago at an outdoor ampitheater. It was one of our 'What the Hell are We Doing in Prague Nights' *. She is worth the price of admission. Just seeing the stage, lighting, and video screens is almost worth the ticket price. Then she sings, swears, and dances for two hours. It was fun.


Matt Fletcher
Fraternity brother, groomsman, fellow tree geek, and dude Matt Fletcher paid us visit last week. It was his first trip to Europe so I wisked him away on a romantic journey to Vienna and Budapest. Then we spent a few days in Prague before he shipped out (and the recovery started). Great times all around. And I never thought I would put 'Madonna' and 'Matt Fletcher' in the same sentence.


Stockholm
Molls and I made it up there a few weekends back. It was a fun weekend in an absolutely beautiful city. We didn't set foot in a single museum or place of learning. Instead we opted for walking around town and riding bikes in the park. The weather was perfect, the people were nice, and the food was good. In fact, we found the best cheeseburger yet in Europe (but we ate our fill of Swedish food first: hash, fish, meatballs, etc).


It's a Boy
What a relief. I risked nicknaming a daughter Czewi and won. Fletch sumed it up best: "sweet, now you don't have to pay for the wedding" **. Indeed.


That wraps up the last few weeks. On the baby front both Molls and Czewi are doing well. However we may still need methadone for the cereal addiction (Claire, Molls' favs are Honey Nut Cheerios and Corn Flakes). Phototime:

Molls in Stockholm.

Me in Stockholm.

Fletch and I dining on schweinsstelze (spit-roasted pork) in Vienna's Schweizerhaus beer garden. Not pictured are the three liters of Budvar we each drank.

Fletch and I drinking beer in Budapest Castle.

Fletch and I at the communist statue park in Budapest.

And Fletch and Molls on his last night in Prague.

* WHWP Nights: We have these nights from time to time. They commonly occur when we're in a huge crowd of Czechs and everyone is either 1. smoking a cigarette, 2. drinking a beer, 3. eating a sausage with their fingers (no bun), or 4. all of the above. Additionally, most men will be wearing socks with sandals and all the women will be flaunting copious amounts of cleavage.

** Another classic Fletchism. When we bought our house in Seattle, which is brick, Fletch sumed it up: "brick, cool. You never have to paint it".