RacecarSultan’s Birthday Party

Another day, another attempt for shopping – in our preparations for Romania. Fortunately, we get the flower bulbs for some people and then something for mom. This should save the day!

Sailorboy and I get the tram to Olympiastadion and proceed to the boat. We retrieve the other guests of the RacecarSultan and himself on water swimming away. Small crowd, but very in the mood, shinny and enthusiastic. Seems like this day was made for tripping on water. Such sunny nice summer day for lovely Amsterdam. Surprising and fresh!

We’re hitting it off, first silently, then getting in some latino grove and ending up in screaming loud singing-along Andre Hazes. My mumblings try to imitate the Dutch speakers, as I lack the lyrics knowledge, but shouting along seems to be working fine!

We’re on small canals, big ones, need to take a left and a right and look ahead, traffic’s hot on water this day.. go along with the others, slow down, increase rhythm. The boating experience includes getting on the floor for avoiding a very low bridge. Serenading under bridges seems to work perfectly for acoustics.. or rather echo-sounds. Tirol yahooing included.

Anything works! Even dancing with high danger of falling. Sailorboy figured it out he needs to be in my way for falling in the water. My high heals and drinking attitude won’t help. From time to time we stop by a coffeeshop or just a bar to try the toilet. The lively people in the places looked like a scared zoo. The framework was twisted. We proceed.

The end of the ride is somewhere south. I lost track of places as soon as we get away from recognizable south. Anyhow, sounds like south! We retire on wooden benches after an attempt to ease inventory count by one fine bottle of wine. RacecarSultan just thinks it’s funny scoring one in our way to the toilet, I do magic and the bottle ends up in my bag. At the end the lost bottle returns to the righteous owners, no dismay, just laughs. I’m hyper with dance-mood increasing, where Sailorboy decides to take me home for private entertainment. We surf the city to the other side back home. My deep sleep’s followed by a 4 o’clock perfectly awake remorse shot. I toss and turn to my coma sleep.