Czechs Sing, Americans Forget Song Lyrics
We all had tacos (not exactly a common occurrence in the Czech Republic, although there are Mexican restaurants these days) and caught up with those we hadn’t seen too recently (or even those we had). Megan brought a remarkable collection of extremely silly Czech postcards she had just bought, which impressed Alex and me to no end. Of late I have been remiss in seeking out awful postcards, and Megan has shown me that they can indeed be found. I hope I can find my own copy of the one of the small boy with the cake train engine that looks as if it is constructed of bodily parts. Or even the psychotically cutesy kittens, as I feel certain that various people I know will want to receive these, suitably doctored.
For awhile it looked as if the party was going to have a Czech-speaking half and an English-speaking half, with only Dawn and Jesse alternating between the two, which did not reflect well on me, but late in the evening things went in a mainly Czech direction, apart from attempts by the American contingent to sing famous American songs for the delectation of the Czechs. The Americans involved, all of whom have had significant musical training, were pretty much unable to get past the first verse of any song except “99 Bottles of Beer.” We did manage to sing “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” as a round, and struggled through “The Eency Weency Spider,” but refused to sing any patriotic or martial song, felt the time had passed for Christmas songs, could not remember enough of any single Stephen Foster song, and could not agree whether “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain” featured six white horses or six black horses. Since it always seems that Czechs can sing a vast number of songs learned at school, we did not look too impressive here.
Fortunately, our Czech companions were indulgent and did not laugh too hard at us. And, as I told Dawn when we met for tea the other day, she really has found a nice group of Czech kamaradky.