The days you always miss and find

There are always those days between xmas and NY that you never know what you were doing. You lose notion of time, of yourself, you eat drink sleep too much, you’re too lazy to remember anything any more. That’s why you always miss those days and unforgivably forget that it’s Piu’s birthday! Why are people even born at that time?! So every one would forget their birthday anyhow? So they can never celebrate a normal birthday party, cause it’s NY anyhow?! I think children should be banned from being born at that time! Oh, well, I suppose you get used to it..

Anyhow, I missed a lot of remarks in Café Thijssen from my work colleagues as well as some parts of a stupid French film – entre les murs. I found myself in the arms of sailorboy enjoying sipping on my coke and feeling cosy and horny in the cinema surrounded by complete strangers.

I missed coming on time for my hairstyle appointment and I found my friends later on in Centraal Station where surprisingly I was on time only ‘cause the train was late.

I missed my friends when they visited shops and I found myself lying in bed so lazy and I just loved it!

I missed my cousin all the days he was in Amsterdam and couldn’t even see his for NY, but we found the only restaurant with the kitchen open after 11p.m. on NY night. It was Uruguayan, loud, kitchy with a big red disco ball, but food was fine and we enjoyed the wine also!

I missed my sailorboy for a day of two, but I found myself in good hands of old companions and we shall meet again. So they say.