One napping-more-than-sleeping week with uni projects, too much drinking, smoking, talking in between preceding some Buchi fun on rocks. After boring talks @ The Hague uni, I quietly wait for the tram with some Grove Armada sounds in my ears. When this guy comes to ask me if I’m waiting for the tram. No, you idiot, I just figured out all the bars around the uni were closed at the minute, so I decided to spend my night in the tram stop. I’m blissfully enjoying my music and darkness complimented by the cold here, thank you. How about you?! I guess by the looks on his face I insulted him with my silence. He tells me – The tram is not coming here any more, I’ve seen it posted. All arrogance is giggled away swiftly.. he he – I didn’t know that!! :) smiled she.
Of course I was on my highest high heal shoes! Mental note: never use superhigh high heals after 10 in the evening unless you have a car picking you up. The dirty in-between neighbourhood is such a women-hunters’ nest, I’d want to make friends with the enemy – the arrogancee one. Say, mate, are you also walking to the next stop, I smiled charmingly :) I was just supposed to talk about Amsterdam for few minutes, then he’d be my mate forever. Well, I’ll ditch him when I get there.. so I got there.
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