Anecdotes

Some of my best teaching happens when I go drinking with my students. Friday, a little hungover from celebrating Heather's 30th birthday, we go to the pub after class. My students order me a beer when I was at the bathroom, and so I just sucked it up and said, "Well, here's to the hair of the dog." Which, of course, confused them more than when I tried to teach them Pig Latin. After explaining it to them, two students took out their notebooks and furiously wrote down what I'd just said, and then tried to really make it their own, repeating it a few times.

This happened a couple months ago, and for whatever reason, I've neglected to post it.
Heather and I went to a pub one Sunday to watch a hockey match. We get to the downstairs room, where they have the TVs, and we're greeted by a pack of 20 or 25 very drunk (it's 1pm) Welshmen. Not a woman in the room. Naturally, they turn to Heather. We find seats at one table, and one guy (the main character in this story) comes over and introduces himself and starts shaking my hand. I say "starts shaking" and not "shakes" because this process went on for a good 60 or 90 seconds. He's very interested in talking to me while shaking my hand. Asking me where I'm from (still shaking). Telling me they're visiting from Wales for the weekend (still shaking). I say, "Buddy, you can let go." No reaction, except more shaking. Then asking me why I'm in Prague (still shaking). "Feel free to give me my hand back any time now." Starts talking to his buddy across the room, "Hey! These guys are from America!" (still shaking). So I look at the TV and say "Holy crap!" He turns and looks, and I am able to take my hand back. Thank you, Marty McFly.
Finally free, I start watching the game. Oblivious to what's happening across from me with Heather.
One guy starts smelling her hair, and then he, along with the madman shaker, continue to hit on her pretty profusely. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes." "Do you want another one?" "Uh, no." I'm still obliviously watching the game. I'm a good friend.
A few minutes later, Heather is tapped on the shoulder, and she turns around. One guy mumbles something incoherent. "blublubluh.. ob.. eye pounds..?" "What?" Heather warily replies. Everyone is very intent on reading her reaction. Except me, since the Czech Republic just went on the power play. He repeats, a tad more clearly. "blublubluh.. ob.. five pounds..?" "What?" And she leans in. "I said, blow job, five pounds." I don't know Heather's exact words (nice save by Dominic Hasek!), but of course she disgustingly rejected them.
A little bit later, now that there's been a break in the action, I ask Heather how she's doing, and if she saw that sweet pass the Finland forward just made. Her look made it clear we were to finish our beers and go. Not a problem.
As we're finishing our drinks, the madman handshaking blow job guy gets up and comes over to me and asks me if I know the TV show Friends.
"Yes."
"Are you on it?"
"Uh, no..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"No, I really think you were on it."
"No, I'd know if I were."
"So where do I know you from?"
"Nowhere."
"No really, you've been in something I've seen before."
"I assure you there's nothing I've ever done that you'd know me from."
Then Heather, being as good a roommate to me as I'd been to her, says, "Yea, he was in porn." And gives me this grin as if to say, "Your problem now, jackass. Have fun! I know I will!"
The madman looks at me, stunned. "Really?!"
"Well, yea, but I don't really like to talk about it."
"Can I do that too?"
"Well, how long are you going to be in town?"
"As long as it takes." His face is intently serious. He pauses, and then says, "We go back on Tuesday."
"Oh, I'm sorry, they usually cast these things about six weeks in advance... I don't know what I can do for you by Tuesday."
"Is there anyone I can talk to?"
"Well... yea, sure. Take the 17 tram from right outside here, and go 4 stops to Veletrzni. Go up the hill and on the left there's a club, The Mambo Club. Go in there and ask for Phil. Tell him Dave sent you. He'll help you out." (btw, there is really a Veletrzni stop on tram 17, and the Mambo Club really exists - I used to live a few blocks from it. And no, I have no idea if there's a Phil. I highly doubt it, though.)
Unable to contain his excitement, he runs over to his friends and relates what just happened. The guys look over at me, give me impressed grins, and raise their mugs. Ah, fun with drunken tourists.

I was going over a phrasal verb test with some students a couple weeks ago. As that above link demonstrates, a phrasal verb is when we take a verb and a preoposition (sometimes more than one) and have a new meaning. "Look up", "bump into", etc.
The students were given a word bank of verbs, and one of prepositions. They had to pick properly and form the right phrasal verb for the sentence. One of them was:
"Sally is very sociable. She ______ ______ with everyone." (two blanks). The right answer, based on the choices given, is "gets along." However, one student wanted to know why "gets it on" and "gets it up" were incorrect. I said, "Well, in some contexts, they're not incorrect." and let it slide by...