Halloween is not a widely accepted holiday in the Czech Republic. So you can imagine the looks of horror I was getting from the babickas (Czech word for grandma) and other tram-riders when I got on dressed up as a slutty clown.Granted, it was the weekend before the actual Halloween, but the look on their faces was like "go away, freak".
(Reminiscent of the time Sarka and I covered ourselves in bloody zombie gear for Prague's first Zombie Walk, and an old woman on the tram told us to get away from her.)
Here I posted a picture of me before I made out with this severed head.
Even with the Czechs claiming no interest in this "American holiday", with the recent introduction of mainstream capitalism/westernization setting the standards for the new generation of Czech teenagers, they are getting in on the fun too.
On the actual night of Halloween I found myself drunk and a bit lost with some friends - a group of young Czech teens were lost by us also, and they ended up going to the same party as us. I was a bit embarrassed because one of the dudes had similar makeup on as me, we both slightly resembled the Crow [you know, creepy superhero-esque quasi goth movie from the early 90s], though he pulled it off better than me.
The expat community in Prague most definitely celebrated, and there were parties all over the city for Halloween. Me and my friends saw the band Blaq Mummy, who only seem to perform on Halloween and play horror rock or something like that.
At the end of the show the Dead Bride vocalist threw her dead rose bouquet for some lucky single zombie out there - and it landed, perfectly, in my grrrl Mary Black's tits.
I think I should make a whole blog entry about her breasticles, because they seem to be growing, and this strange miracle needs to be logged.
It's research people.
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