Where I have partied at:
- § New Year @ Westergasfabriek where we got way too many coins, spoke to too many people and forgot our friend sleeping on the loo
- § Some strangely named restaurant with the parents of Sailorboy out of which only the name “Bamba” remained in my head
- § Home, having a charade game with my friends where the toughest word to mime was the book “Ulyses” and where we had a winner to go to the cinema, chapeau!
- § My Russian friend, where I’ve eaten raw haring (again - not in a Dutch house!) for the first time and didn’t throw up as the alcohol was pumping in our hearts and evaporating in our speech
- § Some place that I cannot remember the name, to celebrate my new job and say good-bye to my old colleagues at the other company, where one of them forgot his iPhone (luckily for him it had a password for/against the children)

- § Film Museum Café in Vondelpark with two girlfriends where we talked about our entire lives
- § Sushibar at a date with my boyfriend
- § Magere Brug to say good-bye to dear friends who moved to India
- § Home for the celebration of my newly-acquired title, leaving us dancing Jordan music with belly-dancing, Balkan shake-arounds, Shakira, salsa and Indian Bollywood moves
- § A strange Spanish restaurant in the Jordaan with Sailorboy and Nordstorm, where all they cared about was when we’re going to order wine – we didn’t! – and the waitresses were bending over the table, over your food in order to talk to you (nice breasts though), such bad habits and acoustics.
- § Across The Hague University with my friend the JoDiva and had good laughs, gossiped and analyzed men behavior, as we always do
- § Some Mediterranean cuisine restaurant along the water in Utrecht with Sailorboy
- § At a fancy restaurant in Abcoude with the extended family of Sailorboy to celebrate 2 birthdays and a lot of memories – gezellig!
- § PhD graduation party at a Lebanese restaurant with a huge crowd, good food and chill-out water pipe
- § My boyfriend’s best friend and at the time newly-acquired-girlfriend, whom every one was so curious about
- § The Czech bar to drink away some lost bets and talk away work and nationalities in a cocktail of thoughts
- § Zaandvoort beach to lay in the sun and gossip the people around, talk non-sense and wait for the sun to set
- § At a non-party resistance @ home, watched the football final, scared that The Netherlands will lose.. Spanish bastards!
- § Luxembourg for a drink with friends and Burgermeester for fresh cow (holy shit for some)
- § Had drunk friends on and over the floor, then went to Circus Rez (for real!) – it was circ
- us all the way!! Biking there was already a show, falling friends, crying friends, laughing friends, masters of equilibristic, show and hope
- § After a night of watching football in the Hague with my uncle, got back to Amsterdam, had some drinks @ Grasshopper with the JoDiva and the LittleTrulyAsian, then headed for the Cuba cocktail time, where the Latina JewelryFish joined. We all decided we don’t have the same taste in men. Then lost a few, gained some others while chatting to the Dam owner of a pub. BollywoodDiva and Polko made me have some more drinks and nice times before hitting the sack after 2 days of not seeing my house in sight
- § ADE @ Trouw for a huge cracking and sweaty party with da girlz! Going out with girls for a good shake rulz!! And the music was brilliant!
- § Wilhemina Dok to celebrate 2 years with Sailorboy – you wouldn’t think so,we look so young lol
- § Dinner at home with Sailorboy, his friend, the Aussie (after Aussieboy left his Aussie-flagged underwear in the bathroom as display of friendship amongst nations), BollywoodDiva and Latina JewelryFish
- § Suzy Wong & Jimmy Woo to end up at Bourbon Street – what a night! And a more than 10 people’s crowd and more than 50% friends.. that doesn’t happen every day, no!
- § Home for my B-day Party the 20s theme and had huge fun! I’m definitely not mentioning the Brusselina landing on the plates for the pleasure of a hungry Spanish man. The Jamaican rum punch was lekker and the money confetti was an asset for which breasts and asses were shaken: Shakira-Shakira!


