It’s My Party

Day zero. Right on, sister, let’s celebrate! I’ve always been starting celebrations before time! Well, at least around 12 o’clock a.m. 4th of December. It eventually gets to 3-day partying, but that’s normal.

Day 1. Snowing in Amsterdam for my b-day looks good! But then I need to get moving. See 2 houses for sale, not like them, buy cookies for my colleagues at work. Then announce them I’m not getting older, but wiser. Have a good time with colleagues at work.

Then move on to the uni. I come in and serve my cookies. All colleagues are there. Male voices tremble to the happy birthday song. Anna and Lydie give it up to balance male voices with theirs. Pretty cool! Partying needs to be done. We start softly with Boterwaag and few drinks with Anna Lydie and Stefan.

We go on partying on the normal The Hague route – well, Paap’s closing anyhow, so move on to Pijpelaa. We find other friends, dance the whole night on. Surprisingly enough, it all ends with a fat meal at 5 in the morning. Resting needs to be done.

Day 2. A good friend wakes me up, swearing follows. Don’t you know it was my birthday, you’re supposed to leave me alone thereafter! People need their rest! A recovery lounging session is expected, life’s beautiful (I need to think of my sms from sailorboy saying happy bday from Afrika). Screening houses for sale in front of the computer stays on top of 

the relaxing schedule.

I drag myself to Amsterdam to more drinking and small-partying with my housemate. It’s so good to be home!

Day 3. I act like a good housewife – do grocery, visit the beauty salon, cook some pasta, my friends are here – the Brussels ladies. More partying needs to be done! Catch up with our lives and have even more good times! Of course.

Day 4. I wake up in the morning, I need it!! – a little party for myself: I just surprised myself with the most wonderful gift I could get for this anniversary – helicopter flying lessons!!
I need to freeze my ass to Hilversum, go to some God-forbidden place next to the forest and then warm up in a bar full of old people. Then I can have my classes. First the theory, then practice. I’m flying with the most beautiful instructor I’ve ever seen. He says – look out for the plane, I go the other way. I can turn 360 degrees, this is soooo cool! I wish I was a fighter pilot! But in the meanwhile I can fly!

I loved my present, time to split to the girls – party on! More of the relaxed partying done, say good-bye, day’s over. No, it’s not. I get a surprising date at Melkweg. I see the sailorboy again, roll on the chemicals, the night is young and so are we!