Koninginnedag

Yeah, so that’s what happens when you party on Koninginnenacht – you can’t wake up on Koninginnedag, to do all those wonderful activities one’s supposed to go for. This time, I was happy I missed it! I wanted to see the queen, but at the same time some one else wanted to see her dead. So a maniac just drove into the crowd gathered to say hello to the queen. No reason whatsoever, so drugs or alcohol, the man was just temporarily insane, I guess. He managed to kill himself after damaging some other.. I was sleeping very well at that time.

Booom booom booom shake the room!! Let it be trance! Let it be salsa! Let it be disco!! The boats passing up and down the canal in front of my house are soooo damn loud! I was trying to cover it up with my sound system, but it’s too damn loud!! Well I guess it won’t hurt to try and listen some of the street/water beats..

I love crowds, people and the craziness of those days!! I love to see everything getting hectic, garbage on the streets and drunk people in orange everywhere.. so I took a longer walk around.. after 20 minutes I decided I didn’t like it anymore as much as I used to.. that crowds are annoying, that people are pissing me off when they’re touching, that I need my freedom to walk normally on the street and not need to bump into another guy after 5 more steps, that the people are too loud and crazy.. am I getting older?! Well some people never liked that, so that should be a good consolation, right?! I returned to my lovely cat-guest and spent the rest of the afternoon quietly.

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!

After Party

Woke up feeling smashed and admitted wine didn’t taste that divine afterall. How did I get all those muscles in my feet?! This is not normal, I think I grew new ones – must be the Guess shoes. Or the karma hatred from all the other women in the room there, jealous I could not alone stand, but walk and dance on the magic shoes.

I bet if you trash a venue or some liquor store, you can’t get to the performance of smelling as my mouth by now. Not that sexy now, mr inductor, ain’t it?!

Lucky them I’m paid by the hour, otherwise I’d definitely call in sick. It’s a 30 minutes way to the office and 29 minutes I wonder if I should still call in sick. The 1 minute left I wonder where my ticket is.

Now it’s too late, I’m already here. So how much time’s left til I can go home?! :)

I crash down in my bed and have a good 13 hour sleep, awesomes!