Koninginnenacht

Kissa stays at home like a good girl.

The Night of the Queen should be on. That’s the night/day everyone dresses up in orange and party like crazy to celebrate the birthday of the Queen of the Netherlands. The Queen is born on the 31st of January, but they all party on the 30th of April, of course. It’s like me having my birthday on the 4th of December and celebrating it on the 4th of March.. no, actually that’s the wrong logic. It’s celebrated on that date as the former Queen was born on that date; it’s an act of honour for the former Queen and it’s also warmer and people can go out and party. So I should celebrate my birthday on the 8th of November, that’s my mom’s birthday. But it’s still not warm enough. I suppose I should celebrate it on the 14th of June, that’s my dad’s birthday, that’s much better!!

Anyhow, for the first time I’m living in Amsterdam, I was about to celebrate the big night in here. I remember 2 years ago, all the trouble to get in the Netherlands on time for the big day and party Geamy’s birthday altogether!! Then one year ago, all the partying in The Hague and now it’s on in here!! It should be fantastic!! It should be so great!! What am I going to do?!

I’m supposed to meet my Peruvian girlfriend in de Jordaan. That should be easy!! I live in de Jordaan!! Well, I’m only about 30 minutes late! That’s not that bad, right?! At least I have my Holland t-shirt on! Everyone in there’s in orange… a lot of my girlfriend’s friends, but seems like no Dutch. That’s a bit ironic! Celebrate this day with foreigners! In the most Dutch neighbourhood in Amsterdam! Well, after more drinks, I figured out there was still a Dutch girl amongst us.. talked about legislation and politics, then got back to more shouting and drinking, dancing and walking on the streets. Ended up in a big line at a club, just to figure out a girl was getting sick and needed to all get out of line and help her conquer the headache. By the end of it we lost our good spots, so we needed to back-party on the street. I suppose it was the same music, but didn’t last long, so we moved down to another bar. Another friend was basically lying on the pool table, while we were pouring in some more drinks, discussing music and taste.

We broke it off after too much partying on the streets and everywhere about, looking for toilets, talking too many other languages, drinking about every possible combinations of drinks, listening to too loud music, keeping up to all rhythms and getting too loud. It was a good girls’ night at Queen night!