what have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - VI

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)
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• § 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!

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - V

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

§ Meeting of the people living in my building where we boringly discussed for hours about the building budget, paining the building and if to have a common terrace on the roof or not – all those life-decisive moments. However, it turned out that the terrace would have been twice as expensive as 2 weeks holiday in Spain (per year per person), so it was a no-go.

§ A school that teaches you motor classes, after being postponed because it was raining too hard (in the land where it always rains too hard), and they discovered I’m too small to fit any of their bikes (after having posted on their site that they have motorbikes for women as well, no matter the size – well they haven’t seen me!)

§ The houses of 2 of my teachers (at the end of the earth, 2-3 hours ride each - just like crossing the Netherlands over) to deliver my end-paper to the door, all in the same day with working in between, successfully!

§ The oral defense of my paper

§ Gamma to buy paint and other things for the house and did almost nothing with it..

§ Been to a company barbeque to mark the end of the summer – it did rain, yes.

§ VilLaArena & Ikea to buy thing in the house and totally spoil our Sunday

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

§ Schiphol, to pick up my new Sicilian colleague who never heard a word of Dutch and needed to read English in order to understand you, like you’d come along with the subtitles at a meeting with her

§ On the back sit of the motor of my boyfriend, who was just driving around on a nice sunny day, we stopped in Alphen for a while and then got back – it’s o boring to be on the back-sit.. one day, one day, my friends, that driving license will be mine!

§ The Jam studio to practice some drums

§ Boomchicago for the first Pubquizz evening and it kind of became an addiction, ever since I was .. times with different people – in the end we became “The Smarties”

§ Some shops, then I met – funny enough – two of my elementary school former colleagues, one who lives in Amsterdam and the other in London. Most of these colleagues of mine are scrapped around the world and we still keep in touch J We started off with beer at Rembrandtplein. We went to Anne Frank house and to a nice restaurant and caught up. They insisted to go to a “bruin

cafe” – the typical Dutch café which they call brown because every one smokes in there and the mark of time leaves it darker than usually. It does have an own flavor, but we did get out in less than 50 seconds J non smokers!!

§ Burger zoo with Sailorboy’s family and sweated in the .. weather and saw fish from above and under, then had a dinner on a terrace next to our place

§ SandSultanRacer’s birthday in Uithoorn and had some Dutch family time, noticed the grandma had my dressing style and the grandpa had my sense of humour, love those people

§ Zaandam for Dam tot Dam business run and managed to cross the finish line after 6.4km of properly gasping

§ An event where 5 girls (us) were dressed in national Peruvian clothes for an art event

§ BollywoodDiva’s birthday party at Prinsengracht while the police was having a fight with the squatters just outside the door and every one needed to film this

§ Richard III at Stadsschouwburg on the amazing music of Tom Waits

§ Class on how to save people, including the Heimlich procedure, reanimating and fire fighting, I’m your office hero, yo!

§ Speech therapist and drum classes

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - III

The places I’ travelled to – and this really Made Me Happy

• § Barcelona for business, but it became a pleasure
• § Milano for business, but the food was real pleasure
• § Paris for business, where I finally saw Musee D’Orsay and a nice shopping center
• § Copenhague for business and pleasure
• § Bucharest for holidays, organized a bachelorette party remotely, seen friends, went to a wedding of my best woman; to Sulina for some days in the sun and relaxation
• § Frankfurt, for business and pleasure – did some clubbing with my mom-friend and walked the child to the playground, saw the city and watched some football games
• § Paris for a romantic holiday with Sailorboy
• § Dublin for wasted days of party and walking around the city with a headache + Mada
• § Bucharest, to party with friends and see my extended family – with a visit from my US aunt
• § Bucharest for Christmas celebrations and Busteni to be in the mountains

How Time Goes By

Tuesday

Get this, my friend, I'm about to see a high rated comedy! It should be sooo funny, I'll die. I have no clue what's the name of the film I've seen, I swear to God. It's like few weeks ago and I only know it was something called.. aaahh... how to get over or how to forget samantha.. haaloway?! or something.. anyhow, it's kind of funny, but don't ask me about details, should have been good enough for you to see it.

Wednesday

What kind of cruel world are we living in?! I need to wake up at 5 or 6 :(( I hate my life! I hate you all! so I actually put my act together, with a tight-ass suit and all, then I shake it to the Centraal Station and I'm on my train. I go out in Utrecht, I ask hey, there, lady! how do I get on that side, oh, follow me! after 2 minutes she says, actually, it's better if you go back! Make up your mind, lady, waky waky!! which way? so I'm at the car of my colleague and we're going to Namur. I'll give you at least one beer if you ever heard of this place in your entire life. It's a paesani dorp village at the trou du cul of Belgium! The office in there is also called the bunker. They all smoke in there and don't see sunlight. I suppose if you'd throw a grenade in there, they wouldn't feel the difference! But anyhow, I'm having my meetings there. I brought some Dutch stroopwafels and Dutch chocolate. Bastard sexy Belgium colleague of mine asks me - do they have chocolate in the Netherlands??!! silly me, it's like bringing a Dacia to a German. Or a pizza to an Italian. Or a bull to a Spanish. Or a joint to a Dutch guy. Or some sticks to a Chinese. So wrong, but he winked at me, must be good ;)

I drag myself back to the crib and enjoy dinner. Shortly. Then me and Sailorboy are out for something bigger than us. Knalpot. Electronic music with just drums and guitar. Brilliant! and i got to see Trouw, a very cool location, old newspaper factory, nowadays a club. Though they kind of didn't change much. At all. Dance event rocks on!! or dances on?? ;)

Friday

Well hello, I think I know you Limbo friend! take a seat, a wine, a visinata and some Turkish meal. We'll have a talk about everything, nothing and more. At the crib. Good one! didn't manage to get myself out of the chair to get to the Portugese party, damn! this means ta-tar, til next time!

Saturday

OMG, I've seen the mothers of stupid movies!! I won't tell you the name, maybe I can chat with some one about it, get treatment!!

Sunday

I get a good chat to the girlies - the Latin Jewelry Fish and the Bollywood Diva. We're next to Vondelpark where a kid rides his bike right into me. He had a hat on his eyes. Stupid parents!! Good I'm nice, I could have slapped him around!! I should have, naughty boy!! when I'll be old he could as much as ride his car over me!! damn punks!! oh well anyhow, we get into all the drama and spice of single and couple life, the passion, the tension, the love, the craziness, and then we chill. Gossip time done! time to get back to my Sailorboy and hit it. We're looking for this alarm which wakes you up with natural light?! how amazing is that? I can only think of the sun coming down and shining on me! we don't get it, so we're at this resto where the cutest coolest black cat comes to purr on me! I'm so happy!!

Week 35

Tuesday

We're going to do it! we're actually going to have a reunion at the uni with the class. I'm wondering how many people will continue to come at these meetings and how many really give a damn. I'm thinking to myself - who's really there for the fun ad who just wants to network? but that's irrelevant compared to our thoughts of outsourcing our dissertation to 10 Indian students who will work it out for us and all we'll have to do is streamline them and get the results.. the laughs, the restlessness! we're still in an after-holiday mood.. no one can think properly, that's why our supervisors get funny names, as well as our papers. Oh well, enough fun done, we move on for the day.

Wednesday

We get a delicious dinner at the RacecarSultan's place. He's having it all prepared for us. Wit a good talk on perspectives and odds, we're getting there. At the end we listen to Andre Hazes and drink some palinca.. sounds like a weird combination.. RacecarSultan goes out to buy cigarets which makes him drive us to the bus stop. So perfect curves.. he makes the car jump right on the right way, this is fantastic!! I'm already fancying that off-road in Romania..

Friday

It seems I get the opportunity to have a .ro dinner at my colleague's place. Bucuresteanca mea gasteste ca la carte. Se apuca paa si sa faca tapenada in casa.. wow! si in rest, casa ei din Utract e foarte dragutza. Primesc o cina excelenta, ma uit la pozele lor di nPeru, foarte frumoase.. si dupa care ma duc la gara.. sunt impresionata - asa oameni mai rar!!

Saturday

I get to see my Latino diva again. She's such a wonderful person and we really have good times together.. she's supposed to come at 4 or smth and in the meanwhile it gets 7. I should be getting used to this. I didn't know though the Latino watch is worse than the African... oh well, it differs.. only Ada can break records.. After dinner and wine we go south. We meet the Sailorboy and his gang. Every one's amazingly enough drinking cola, it seems it's the effect of Ozzy football with only men drinking beer the entire afternoon. We then get some real drinks, chat and think of how we can extend our fun. It gets Latino, but they party late, as we know it.. so we're waiting and waiting till we're too tired to party any more. We retire to sleep.

Sunday

Inglorious bastards is really a cool film! every one should at least see it. My evening was terrible due to ingloriously trying to bike next to sailorboy and not 5m behind, it just goes wrong and I leave my bike behind hoping for some better nights.. oh well, you cannot have it all!

Excuse my Finnish

Ashea, iar din seria – iubitorii limbilor straine – astazi finlandeza. Am descoperit ce remindere trimit ei pe collections, voi mentiona titlurile:

- Reminderul 1: MUISTUTUS (gen bee m…, da-mi banii!)

- Reminderul 2 - TOINEN MUISTUTUS (gen foarte nashpa din partea ta!) si

- Reminderul 3 - KOLMAS MUISTUTUS MAKSAMATTA OLEVISTA VAKUUTUSMAKSUISTA (gen acum ai dat de dreacuuu!!) LOL

p.s. – nu stiu dak doar pt mine e asa hilar sau kiar e distractiv.. daca nu, excuse my Finnish!

On the road – Biking!!

Another lovely afternoon. Such a wonderful time to kill on the bike. I guess it’s difficult for me to keep up with sailorboy just born on the bike, but I keep rolling out my .ro redpower. We take the boat to the north. We’re further and further from the city, but still in the center, somehow. I’m doing Peeping Tom into the people’s houses. I just love doing this! Take a look at how people decorate their houses, what they’re up to. It should be fun to be God up there observing all people – as I

imagine it. Maybe he has something else better to do, but that’s just my thought on it. Spend about three up and down, with a top of lounging next to the water. Had some good Amstel beer and spirits were lively. Enjoyed the view, my baby and the evening. Always a pleasure. Went back and thought: I could do this more often!

My Friends are in Da House

Oh well, some they leave, some they come. The house is getting bigger. Gigi’s in the house on Friday. The history of her luggage made it around the world. That is – on her flight from Bucharest to Amsterdam, Gigi had a stop in Paris. The flight company just messed around with it. The luggage travelled to some other city or place around the world, while she was waiting at the gates.. Not only her family in Romania found about it, but her colleagues in the Netherlands, friends in Kuwait, colleagues of her from Eastern Europe, Egypt, Germany and even the sailorboy in Australia. Every one was asking every day if she recovered any panties or make up or something…

So I finally pick her up at the Spui. She has a big smile on her face and she’s dragging a big luggage. Oh, then let the celebration begin!! We have a girl’s talk night, catching up on half of our lives and looking forward to more talks ;) Next day, Piu is in da house! She’s coming from Belgium and looking confused to where’s da house and Gigi proves her sense of orientation, direction and other true manly senses while wearing make-up. Oh make us proud! Walked around the city a bit, did some shopping, pretty good girl fun, again!

So then it’s got to be girl’s talk and girl’s night all the way. We celebrate a housefly Valentine’s day with no men even calling. That should be a first…we attempted a normal Saturday, so poured some Yellow Tale in our glasses, listened to Costash’s trance mix and retired late tired from all that chatting.

We spend some good days doing almost nothing. From time to time, I need to go write a project or just do something for the uni and we’re also up to breaking Lia’s record on facebook on some country-language-flag-city-recognition competition. It’s weird how catch the damn game is! Piu eventually gets back to Belgium, enough girl time and days off for her. Me and Gigi hit the Ethiopian resto for some meal in a pancake. Lekker! This also ends the series of girl’s nights out and files it to classics.

Alex is in da house. Well, we always said we’re going to see each other. One day. One fine nice day in Amsterdam or in Buchi. The day has come. And he booked a long weekend. So the last night Gigi’s in and the first night Alex’s in, we’re in the pizza and drinks mood. We have opinions on everything – politics, drugs, partying, social care, real estate, friends and we spice it up with some gossip time. That’s right!

Back to the streets, we take a long walk around the city; it’s a cold sunny day, just perfect for surfing around the city. Beautiful day, Vondelpark looks shiny, I get to have a look at some bed shops, nothing fancy comes along. I spot some shop on the internet, we’ll need to go somewhere south, I suppose. We were almost lost, til we see the greatest Heineken logo ever.

It must be the Heineken museum. Troubled by nothing else better to do, we step in. We travel on the brewery line, back to the old process; we drink some shitty hot product before them putting alcohol in it and get to pretend we’re happily brewing as well. The big old machines look brace shiny. Alex gets bored waiting in the line to be made a beer and skips to tasting it.

I get a feel for people cropping me, getting me into a big shaker, putting water on me, leaving me there to get done, getting me through other processes and then throwing me into bottles, aligning the bottles in crates and then bringing me to a beach to make people happy. I was truly made a beer! Brilliant!! We’re then getting a training on how to taste the beer, I get to help with skimming – hey, lady, why do you ask me help with the skimming, do I look Romanian or something?! Damn bitch! Oh, no, I enjoyed doing it for beer, actually. Went on with the show, sang along Tulpen uit Aaaamsterdaaamm!! Took some other pictures and decided at our second beer, an xtra cold one, that this is the best museum ever. Alex was wondering if they give you a hoe at the sex museum to have a try on. No, they don’t. So we tried to develop the concept of give-aways at museums..

We chill home til we need to get to this party. Nadia’s getting us organized for ‘80’s verantwoordelijk at Hotel Arena. We kind of get it wrong and after asking several people, we finally get there. Nadia’s train gets on hold for 30 minutes. By the time she gets there, we’re sipping on our 2nd beer. I’m quite tired and feel like fainting a couple of times, but we keep it going. The music’s kind’a weird, definitely not my type, but the party’s fun. We meet some other colleagues and dance together, after 3 hours Alex discovers we’re in what used to be a church. Good one! I’m about to collapse, so we go home. Nadia’s sleeping over, we move Alex to his own airbed. This time, no significant deflation.
I can actually get some sleep, but not really, ‘cause we also wake up for breakfast and country discussions. Alex proudly comes up with a presentation on why no one could live without Romania. Nadia pulls up some fantastic presentation on Peru that she simply finds on google.. Amazing country! Just wonderful!! … ah! The taste of humiliation.. well, I get you need to get used to that if you were born in Romania. I mean to say – humiliated for having no decent tourism/marketing campaign for your own country, of course. Very embarrassing. We hush Nadia home and we’re debating country marketing. Alex is going for another city recognition tour, while me and Costash we’re having a pick-up from a colleague of mine. It’s a company cultural night. We’re going to see “Jij verlaat mij voor dat ik jou verlaat”. After 30 minutes of the man and the woman singing in German, I quit thinking they’re ever going to speak Dutch. So I’m enjoying the emotion, the funky costumes, the expressivity and the overall plot and couple in-and-out love-and-hata-and-again, while Costash is wondering when it will end. Well, other people liked it too, so it wasn’t that bad. We come back from Amsterdam North, me and my colleague, after dropping the homegirl. Go to Leidseplein to a live music bar and enjoy the drinks. I go on the street to make an Alex pick-up. Later on we pick up Nadia. The team’s complete. We stay some more over there til it’s time to dance. We hit the Heinekenplein to the Cantindero, the Latin place to be. That is crazy, but amazing. We shake it and grove it til it’s too late to party for that night.

Next day, my friends are no more in the house.

Long Good Weekend in “What’s-Wrong-With-The-Belgians?”-Land in Brussels

Day 1, Friday - Are we leaving already? Yes, honey, just need to have my hair done… ok, we just missed a train! Good, we’ll be right on time for the other one! And we have the long walk to the Central Station. I get to see the street where all famous theatres of Amsterdam are placed (and soon will have forgotten). We get to fool around at some sex shop. And finally we arrive to the station. We take the most stinking train to Brussels. We’re there! Where are the girls?! They’re not here yet, but they also have significant different feelings for direction. How come there are more than two complicated ways to get there, just give us the address, so we managed. Had a good laugh about the same movie with two different Dutch-French commercials for the same audience. What’s wrong with the Belgians?!Finally joy to see Piu & Juli. We’re hitting it at Juli’s place where we discover we’re too tired to try to pretend we’re able to stay out, so we say pass.
Day 2, Saturday – Ring-a-ring! Juli wakes us up with a taste of her own clean clothes and love-sharing with her bunny. [we were actually cribbing at her’s given the generosity of house-sharing] Gugu bunny’s happy! Girl is happy in her new clothes. We’re still sleepy, I guess. So she gets us energized with a trip proposal – let’s go to Gent. Cool, never explored the Belgium territories. So we got out of the building, mind me, in the centre of Brussels, seen the sheep in some natural paradise just in centre on Brussels, mind me! And I have pictures to prove it. Belgian man waiting for us in the car to prevent forced stealing on his precious. Speeded to Gent. Got to the little city and bumped into parading Scots. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! Can’t they make their own music?! Actually, they’re pretty good with it. How do I know if they’re really Scots or Belgians under disguise? Walked in the centre, stopped at some Belgian bar and – surprise! – we had some, a lot of Belgian beer. Tried all the Judas and Deliriums, all evil and nasty, vibrating energies.Got back and needed to discover some Romanian restaurant, where food was supposed to be decent. Some strange group gathered up and even stranger persons served up. Including the chef. Who’s cooking then?! Must be the cleaner, some stomachs didn’t handle it. We went on to have drinks in more beer-ish bars and smoky places.

Day 3, Sunday – It’s the big day. We’re going to get crazy at the Gipsy show. But just before that, me and sailorboy meet Piu for a walk in the big city. The city was windy and the banks were getting mad. No one gave us money, walked in some more in search for the ideal one. We then spent a lot of time looking for the perfect restaurant. We ended up in some Greek weird place where the walls were pinned up with pictures and the most bizarre objects. The food was unexpectedly good. I tried some cherry mixed with alcohol that was waay to sweet, so I came back to the usual menu – beer. Sailorboy got called deartje, a little animal or a little darling. We ended up in some cool café with fresh mint tea and warm cappuccino. We lost track of Juli on the way.. somehow no one had battery / mobile/ or any other communication means.. After squatting some bars, Juli hunted us down in the café we were. Such a small city, such a big karma!

The night comes and the concert’s about to begin. The place looks like some kind of a shed. All happens in the entry – the bar, the dj, I get the feeling we’re in the hallway. We meet some Belgian guys who pick on my sailorboy they can’t understand his Holland language. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! We dance to some Balkan beats and funky tunes. Well, I realize we are in the hallway, cause down a door the darkest of the dark extends.. it’s like an old cinema hall. A long one. And at the end of it, also a quite dark podium. A very high one, I suppose it prevents aggression. The flashing lights come on. The sounds are invading our ears.. the crowd start slowly warming up, more beer, more dance, more sweat… it all becomes a raging hopping around and turning, it’s all music, joy and the old gipsy’s so funky. At the end of the show, I get to shake hands with DJ Vasile, grand! A Belgian guy gets to buy the flute from a gipsy for a bargain. We get to drink more beers and dance to even more Balkan music.. Piu adventured in a photo session and I ended up with some weird photo’s..

Day 4, Monday – Damn difficult thing to wake up after such good times! Especially when you need to bugger off to Amsterdam. We lingered on breakfast, petting the bunny-rabbit and chatting with the girls.. of course we missed the train only for 3 minutes standing in line.. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! Can’t they talk faster?! ..and needed to wait another hour in the station.. got some souvenir Belgian beer and chocolates for that matter and enjoyed the headset music on the train.

Brazilian Heat’s Not As Hot As Dutch Super Club

Oh, man! Why does Lydie want to drag me to some samba place?! She says it should be good fun, I doubt it, but you don’t mess with pregnant women! She’s the queen! It’s true that there are not many people, but the party’s caliente.. so we move our bodies like crazy and we hope to like something oh keeeyy! I try to figure out the moves a girl’s doing, til I figure it out she’s a Dutch married to a Brazilian guy. No time to waste it on some white chik. I turn to some maestro who’s turning girls around on the floor. I try to shake it like the guru’s girls. He seems inadequacy in my sailorboy’s hips. He corrects it, good work!

Well one band of Brazilian is better than two bands of Brazilian, so we hit it off to the next club. The Super Club. All seems prepared for a night with your favourite torturer. Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you – Inquisition is here! Chains, balls, handcuffs, all you need in one room. And bed instead of chairs! This was one of my tripping images, to lie down at a show, well, some one saw it before me, ‘cause it was done.. And they had the hetero toilet and the gay toilet. If you’re a smoker, you can only do it in the gay toilet. That’s the end of fun for discriminatory bastard smokers ;) after drinking too much, I suppose you need to get to the hetero toilet, the gigglish sensation of uh-they’re-boys-in-here, puts you warm to dancing at the poles just after..

Celebrating and more

Suppose you buy a house, you need to celebrate, right?! How often does it happen?! I hope often enough, I’m already in the mood for something bigger! LoL My banker says I need to keep it for at least 5 years for it to be profitable, he’s my guru, unless I win the lottery..

Day 1 – Private party with my sailorboy down in our crib. Wine, good music and swimming involved, no victims, but laughters.

Day 2 – Goodbye party at Van Puffelen bar-resto. Pretty coolish place, I (p)resume. No need for tears, no over-reacted animal dance, I leave early. Drinking and socializing done, no overalcoholic feelings noticed, studying needs to pop up later the evening.

Day 3 – Studying done at the uni and partying continued at Stefan’s place. We didn’t get to celebrate buying the house, so serious drinking needs to be spotted on the table. Good family times with a lemon twist.

Day 4 – You figured out the mix – house–person-house-person celebration. It logically needs to be fed up by bubble bath and champagne for my sailorboy. He’s taking off the corporate world, going Down Under to find what’s lost and new – new adventure for him, cake and drinks for me.

Day 5 – So follow the logic?! Yes, it’s something for the house – a new espresso machine. A red Francis Francis! And I go mad on it! Must be the best thing in the house! Well, ok, we’re going to score it all in one day – we’re up for some more delicious impressive stuff. So me and my sailorboy go figure out the sweet dark taste of food. It’s no screwed-up metaphor!! It’s really eating in the dark. Imagine the darkest black and no tiny light whatsoever. Imagine finding your food in that – it’s damn hard, I tell you! You’re putting wine on you, or water, you don’t find out til you tasted it, anyhow. You get too much of that chunky fish out of the sudden, while you can barely find one small potato in the plate you’re already thinking it’s like 15inch smth. You’re sniffing around like some dog while trying to decently use your fork and knife while chasing some peas.. the neighbour has given up eating, he smokes some cigarettes and decides that’s no fun. We giggle in the dark and mix up drinks and flavours. We go on mixing it in Paradiso. Mr. Oizo is on. The beats meet the master and Prodigy, Daft Punk, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and most mad combinations you’d ever think of are smacking me up! The French non-duo is hitting it off like fire on water, I mean vodka on fire, I mean…. It’s insane! It’s madness! It’s mr. Oizo!!

Nici filmu bun si nici berea rece..

Bai da cand e sa aiba omu ghinion, pai atunci nu-ti iese, ce sa mai… am zis noi – adica io cu rusoaica mea – sa ne vedem intr-o seara. Pai hai si ne-om vedea! Si daca tot planuisem si cu Fane sa ne vedem, iar baiatul si el era pe-acolo, hai sa chiar punem de-o distractie.. eh! Nici chiar asa distractie mare! Hai la un film ceva, mai linistit si inca eventual ceva mai pe urma.. mai vedem.. hai sa gasim un film. Ah! La dracu, iar ne-a picat netu!! Ce porcarie infecta!! Cand iti trebuie si tie ceva, iti mai pica netu@! Baga-ne-am picioarele!!

Da lasa ca o sa caute Anjshka pe netu ei de pe mobil. Hai prima data la cinema 1! Pai hai.. of, stai ca m-am uitat gresit! Filmu ala a inceput de mult, hai la cinema 2! Pai si la cinema 2 intarziem!! Da, lasa ca o sa intarziem 15min, nu 30, ca la celalalt. Baiatu olandez nu mai intelege nimic din esteuropenismu nostru.. da se face gen de gashca sa nu ne strice petrecerea.

Ajungem noi la cinema – ah, pai filmul a inceput, nu mai vindem bilete, zice fata de la casa.. sa nu va zic ca v-am zis, zice fatza baiatului.. noi ne uitam unii la altii, pai daca nu vrea sa ne vinda bilete, asta inseamna ca e pe gratis!! Yes!! Si ne facem ca ne pierdem prin cinema si intram in sala. Sala – ghiftuita de lume prin toate coltzishoarele – de unde sa gasesti 4 locuri?! Canci! Ne asezam 2 in fatza, adica ei – si noi pe scari.

Admiram filmul. Este ceva cu Budha titlul.. nu-l mai tin minte, ca v-as recomanda din suflet sa fugiti de el ca de dracu. Este despre o fetita din Afganistan care alearga juma de film sa intrebe daca nu vrea cineva sa-i cumpere ouale, chipurile vrea sa-si cumpere o carte de banii de pe oua.. i s-a pus pata, de parca invata cineva acolo.. alearga ea juma de film, i se sparge un ou, pana la urma isi ia un caiet pe care i-l rup.. si o prind si niste copiii care fac pe talibanii si vor s-o ingroape de vie. Cam asta e marea porcarie pe care am vazut-o pana am hotarat ca rar sa mai gasesti asa film prost!! Incredibil, frate!!!! si am iesit. Ne intrebam de ce stau toti aia in sala si se fac interesati.. pai au dat bani! Normal, ca altfel ieseau dupa 5minute!

Acum ce mai facem?! Hai la un bar ceva.. nici noroc la baruri n-am avut.. si alea pline si infecte si am tot mers asa vreo 30min, de pana la urma am zis – gata, intram undeva. Si unde-am fost, sa ne tot f idus, ca si berea era calda! Si ni s-a facaut somn, deci am incheiat seara glorios cu un mare somn.

3 days of Xmas

On the First day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to Nijmijgen
To see the student old Dutch big city-y-y!
And it was cold! Very very cold. We did some walking, some talking, all shops were closed, and all people were at their homes, having a nice beginning of celebration. It was almost like an arrangement for us to quietly enjoy the city. Have you ever had a private walk to a city? Well, this was ours. We just enjoyed the old Roman walls and got quickly in for warm coffee. :)

On the Second day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to my baby’s friends,
For Australian – Dutchie dinner and friend times to be.
Why am I always a bit nervous to meet his friends or family.. argh! The thought of them makes me crawl under my own skin and find my dark safe place. Anyhow, it was a good laugh and warm food and people. Sounds like cannibalism.. no, man! The food was tasty, they were nice! And I survived!

On the Third day of Xmas, my baby and me – we stayed home with my family.
It was actually my uncle and friends, but I call them family.
I was shocked to find that they close supermarkets on Xmas day! I never needed to do groceries myself for Xmas, leave alone prepare anything whatsoever to serve to the guests under the name of food. Have I mentioned my plan was to serve 4 courses?! Well, I managed! The company was excellent, the food was good and the guys played music while we the girls were catching up, as usually.. and looking forward to the baby! ;)

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!

Socializari

V-am spus ca eu am avut recruiter? Recruiterul meu Robbert e ca nimeni altu – prompt, amabil, rezolva tot in mai putin de 5 minute, orice-ar fi. In viatza mea n-am vazut atata eficienta, va jur!! Dar omu nu stiu ce a facut.. ideea e ca si-a furat-o.

Mai precis trebuia sa ne socializam la un bar tare (Heffer) si faimos in centrul Amsterdamului, la un event organizat de firma lui. Cand ajung acolo imi spun ca e inca in spital. Pai cum adica in spital?! Pai uite-asa. A fost la un client. Si?! Si clientu i-a dat un pumn si i-a spart nasu, l-au operat si acum e plin de copci… fraaateee!! Asta da client nemultumit!!

In schimb m-am socializat cu un chinez stat de muuult in Olanda si tot felul de indieni, englezi si mai putini olandezi decat straini acolo. M-am chiar distrat!! A venit un alt recruiter in locul lui Robbert, poate la fel de eficient si simpatic, chiar si cu platfusu lui, da io tot mandra mi-s de al meu. Acum cica lucreaza in sales, in parteneriat. Cred ca castiga cam cat toata familia mea la un loc si e mai mic cu un an ca mine, deci respect, man!

Si am plecat fericita si cu punga plina, ca de cate ori se-ntampla d-astea tre sa-ti dea cadouri. Iar am o cana cu un nume de firma si pix nou..

DateNight

Bineinteles ca dupa ce ti se posteaza ditamai poza poster prin restaurant, barbatu vrea sa te vada. El zice ca nuuu, pur si simplu. Oare sa-l cred?! Zice ca pleaca la Dakar si nu ma mai vede o luna, de-aia ar fi bine sa ma vada acum. Acum!! Yes yes yo!

Colegii mei au inventat cuvantul – “razbunarea departamentului”, in sensul ca au zis ca daca il prind in lift il iau la o discutie “prieteneasca”, care va avea simpla urmare ca baiatu, speriat si shokat nu va mai vrea in veci sa vorbeasca cu mine.

Colegii lui ii fredoneaza “Back to the USSR” al lui Beatles cand trec pe langa el si i-au pus un plic roshu pe birou. Scrisesera ceva in romana pe o felicitare.. am vazut-o mai tarziu – era: “unde pleci?!” mental, adica dement!

Da pana la urma ne vedem seara la un cafe in centru, ma chinui vreo 10 minute sa gasesc locul – el intarzie 10 minute – cata mai potriveala! Eu ma intalnesc pe drum cu un coleg de la serviciu, tocmai unu de la HR. Eu incerc sa-l evit, la dracu, ma recunoaste si ma intreaba unde ma duc – pe-aici, si io.. na, ce vrei sa stii?! Sa afle toata compania maine.. no way!!

Iar dupa un date romantic, ma duce si mai romantic acasa cu bicicleta! Cat imi place cu bicicleta! Cat de tare e cu bicicleta!! :) Vreau si io o bicicleta!


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Deci nu pot sa cred! Ce-am ajuns!
Ideea e ca dupa ce am fost la party-ul firmei si mi-a placut prea tare cand m-a dus baiatu pe bicleta acasa, mi-am adus aminte de copilaria mea si cat de tare era sa merg pe bicla.
Mai si ajungi repede peste tot, e fun, e infantil si pur, e joy joy! Nu stiu.. e ceva misto!
Drept urmare, m-am hotarat sa ma bag la bici.. nici nu mi-a luat mult – cum eu gasesc toate chestiile misto pe facebook, si bicla de vanzare tot aici am gasit-o. M-am intani cu fata, am facut tranzactia si go!

Go where?! Pai doar ce-a trebuit sa merg acasa.. da stai, ca eu merg numai cu tramvaiu acasa.. pai si cum ajung?! Am luat-o la instinct – perfect! Am nimerit pe sub niste poduri si intortocheri directia buna, drumu excelent! Asta pana am ajuns la urmatoarea intersectie… cert e ca m-am pierdut la mine in cartier de vreo 2 ori, da pana la urma am reusit!

Si, da, ma, da! E foarte tare cu bicla. Si, Mada, nu am sa mai rad! Si tot iti doreai tu sa mergi cu bicla prin Amsterdam, deci o s-o ai la dispozitie de rev ;) sa te pui in cap pe bicla, na!

MuseumNight

Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa ma amuz noaptea la muzeu.
La noi in Romania au fost cateva asemenea seri, stiu ca a fost odata Alina la Antipa noaptea, da din pacate era totu luminat, asa ca nu a fost atat de surprinzator sa vezi curu de elefant sub reflector si nu sa ghicesti ca ce-i ba urs sau maimutza?!

In fine, dar ce faci daca e noaptea muzeelor in Amsterdam? Cat de tare!! Deja e-nghesuiala in oras. Atata lume a iesit pe strazi ca nebuna!! Si nu, nu sunt turisti englezi beti, sunt oameni culti pe bune. Pai si ce-avem in program?! O iesire cu rusii.

Ana rusoaica mea preferata apare cu barba-su si duba cu pop rusesc la maxim si in spate alt cuplu la fel de dubios si rusnac. Dupa 500m de condus, o baga la parcare, k transportu public e oricum gratis. Prima oprire e la Van Gogh museum. Unde imediat dupa ce stam la o coada de 100 persoane sau asa - zici ca suntem in club, asa e o inghesuiala – rusnacii cuplu 2 dispar pe la toalete.. Dupa vreo 5 minute ma ingrijorez si intreb daca fata e bine. Ana-mi zice ca aia doi si-au luat bautura cu ei in geanta si prin multele buzunare, asa ca s-au dus la toaleta sa se faca manga.

Deci bautura din holul muzeului nu se compara cu vodka de acasa.. pana la urma au iesit foarte fericiti din wc. In afara de tablouri, erau si niste oameni dubiosi care se plimbau sumbru prin muzeu, se mai odihneau in vreun pat sau asa.

Cea mai tare faza pe care am vazut-o acolo a fost un dj la mirosuri. Gen avea un sort de platane care functionau ca niste placi de la aragaz. In sensul ca erau incalzite. El masura-cantarea la diverse esente si prafuri, pe care le punea pe placa sau le sufla, iar niste ventilatoare imprastiau mirosul pe ritmuri muzicale. Foarte tare, frate! Sustin mirosurile!

Dupa atata muzeu, normal ca rusii 2 s-au bagat la wc. Dupa alte 5 minute am pornit spre un muzeu media. Acolo puteai vedea filme vechi olandeze pana la new media. Pentru rusii 2 a fost bine, k puteau sa bea in intuneric, pentru barba-su lu Ana, nu, ca nu vorbeste olandeza si s-a plictisit teribil. Deci a trebuit sa ne caram si sa lasam peliculele cool pentru o alta data, cu olandezi.. Rusii 2 au mai dat o dushca, sa-i tina pe drum.

Am ajuns la biserica noua – oare ce-o fi inauntru?! Mami, sa nu-ti vina sa crezi!! In loc de preot era un dj care baga muzica gen slujba. Da nu era vreun prohod, ci muzica de disco. Ne-am mai plibat pe-acolo si cand sa vezi! Coada ca la lumanari. Da era la bautura si gustarele. Am ajuns sa vad si cum se vinde vin, bere si spirtoasa in biserica.. din respect, rushii 2 n-au mai ingurgitat.

Purcedem mai departe la muzeul istoric al Amsterdamului. Dupa vreo 3 sali, rushii se intrebau unde e iesirea. Da muzeul e gen ca mergi din sala in sala si nu poti sa iesi direct. Cel mai grav ca nici toaleta n-o mai gaseau. Panica toatala. Barba-su lu Ana s-a enervat ca dupa ce ca ma uitam la tot, io mai stateam si sa citesc ce scrie la arta – culmea! Iar pe urma Ana s-a enervat ca rusii 2 erau deja betzi, li se terminase bautura si vroiau sa mearga la un bar sau ceva sa bea in continuare. Avand in vedere diferenta de pareri, rushii 1 au inceput sa se certe ca chiorii, in timp ce rushii 2 se amuzau teribil si betzi fiind, incepusera sa se mai si pipaie un pic. Io aveam dilema daca sa ma kinui sa inteleg ceva in rusa sau daca nu, can u-i politicos sa asculti oamenii cand se cearta.

Pana la urma baru cu mancare din Leidseplein a avut castig de cauza. Iar dupa ce a facut misto de ea juma de ora, Ana l-a iertat pe barba-su si s-au impacat. Rushii 2 erau asa fericiti ca au dat de bautura, ca zambeau oricum tot timpu. Ei nu prea vorbeau, se intelegeau mai mult din priviri, nu stiu daca de la bautura…

Apropo de asta, la masa de langa erau vreo 12 englezi la un bachelor party, pe care chelnerita i-a invatat sa bea tequila new-style. Mai precis, sarea nu o lingi, o tragi pe nas – ca si coca. Lamaia nu o storci in gura, o storci in ochi, iar apoi poti sa bei tequila. Ala de trebuia sa se insoare si cu cavaleru de onoare au trebuit sa faca onorurile. Si se auzea numai F*, F&, F%#@!! Asa da barbati!

It’s Party Time!

What are you going to wear?! Really?! Are you also wearing pants? I thought I’d be the only one wearing pants! :)
How about you? What do you mean you don’t know?! You don’t want to tell.. that’s different than if you don’t know..
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Hey, at lunchtime we’re going to get costumes for tonight. In the neighbourhood, there’s this funky costumes shop. Kinky! Shopping perv stuff in your lunch time.. any day of the work week, honey!
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Wanna, I have to ask you a favour. I’ll need you to put make up on me, later on today. You’re the make-up artist of the department. I think you’re the most experimented…
Well.. I say, anything to please a sister, true?!
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We’re getting a limo to pick us up! Are you getting there by bus?! Good thing we arranged the limo in time, right?! Will you be changing your clothes in the lady’s room? Nooo.. I hope it doesn’t stink!
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Ladies! I personally reserved the secretary’s room and stuck blanco’s on the glass windows so we’d have extra privacy and room to change. Are you getting your clothes changed in the office or are you going home? It’s such a hassle to go back, isn’t it?!
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What is wrong with every one today? The buzz of the party got every one moving about.. I seriously doubt any one working in this building. Am I the only one to book a meeting room today?!
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The German lady is here, the Dutch lady is here, another Dutch one joins.. the CFO pretending not to see us putting make-up on – stare to your feet, stare to your shoes, yes! Managed to pass them!
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Faster, faster, need to get going! Arrgghh! Stupid earrings! They needed to get broken right now! Where am I getting pearls at this time of the night?! Man, the black gloves are making me sweat!! Girl, do I look good? Fine, thanks!
Ok, now I just need to get a taxi!
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20 minutes of surfing the f#&king internet later, I was still looking for a taxi to get me there!! Retired to my room to yell. It’s better now. Ok, let’s get moving! Girl, help me get the damn taxi. We’re on the street. I feel like she’s the pimp and I’m the hustled. Not so difficult to get the cursed car afterall. Wave and smile!!
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Are we supposed to use the highway to get there? The Russian taxi driver wants to be so incredibly fast. I got serenaded and complimented more than I was since I’m in the Netherlands, this should be a good night. Besides, he gave me way too much money back, felt like sharing costs. Spasiva anytime, my friend.
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The sleazy tight gloves are making me madly thirsty. I tell you, I might as well be naked, if I have those gloves on, I’m still sweating. How do the queens do it so well?! They must be trained to wear gloves in Finnish saunas. They get an ice-cream as prize if they pass the test. No, they get whisky on rocks. Ah! I’ve made myself thirsty again. Where’s my drink?!
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This is the best zoo I’ve seen before, with my most business-people colleagues I’ve known for months. Hopefully I’ll never know them better. How come they’re looking like pimps, whores, celebrities, dead people, aliens, rock stars, losers, financial advisors who missed their career, exotic diva’s and night birds. If you’re going to flap about the bar, just bring me a drink, will you, sweetheart?! Oh, no, we’re going upstairs, the party moved upstairs!!
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It’s most entertaining to see all posh people around the tables after lining up for food, but I still see no drinks. By this time I was a wilted flower bird-of-praying on any one who’d have a drink in their hands. When the angels of light came to give us food for our souls. Actually, the waiters finally decided to serve some decent drinks. Laughed again and sipped on my dry white wine for the rest of the night.
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Met some Italian whom I was brave enough to tell I really speak Italian. Boldly pretend I’m good at it for a rest of the while. Got intimidated, as he was actually taking me seriously. Who takes you seriously at a zoo and glitter party?! Needed to mingle.
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Found some Dutch guys shocked on my Dutch. Must be language wonder night. I bet I can find some French or other language speakers, to expose my skills. Thought I’ve seen Alicia Keys, these drinks are good or a lot.
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No-or-little-hair man with a blond-long-haired wig is catching attention at the keys while beauty queen voice still trying to make herself popular in the company’s band. Not bad, I think and shake my bun bun. I notice some people not just walk funny, they’re also a disgrace for the dance floor and some moves you need to remember. Or worse - never forget! That’s even unbearable when you’ll need to talk about processes and systems with a pink-feathered old boy. If I shake it more, will I stop thinking how embarrassing this thing’s going to look tomorrow?!
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Man I couldn’t give a damn about looking posh, I’m taking off the annoying feverish gloves now! Life suddenly has a different meaning. All that air, all that freedom, the party can start!
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My bus-colleague is there. I don’t only see him at work, also in the bus in the morning, once he touched my hair, couldn’t help it, so nicely to touch. What can I say, I’m irresistible. LoL. So shout about and tango around on some slow tune. So many people I know.
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I mingle with my spontaneous Sales inductor. No that’s a person, not a machine. He’s actually the most spontaneous person I’ve met in an uptight business world. He must be lost and lonely in here. He must be gay anyhow, you just can’t behave like this at induction training – what are the poor inductees think?! That it’s an all-time laugh kind of thing?! I reckon they asked the rest of the trainers to sabotage him with their boring legal talks.
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Oh yey! He’s interested in what I have to say AND he’s deaf! He must be the perfect man! It proves to be a tricky thing to get me in one of the other rooms. As I’m also deaf, we need to get kissingly close to talk to each others ear. Oh well, he’s going to take a long adventurous holiday anyhow, so who cares.
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I should somehow stop drinking. I haven’t eaten almost anything and I’m just so tired, this could turn out badly. By this time, my feet are just screaming inside my 13cm-high-heal pumps. Most respectable. All the birds here – eat your heart out! Where did the inductor go?! I need to hold tight to something before I fall off.
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How did my colleagues grouped up about and started being funny?! It must be the drinks.
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I don’t want to go home, boys?! Are you all going home?! My colleagues look undecidedly boring and ready to receive support before they fall down with sleep fever. I need to keep it happening, all those strangers want me at their party, I might as well go.
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Rode behind a true Amsterdam bike. Tried to keep hold of the inductor’s body. Or hand, both should be fine. Had the most romantic ride in years to my place.. to my place?! Weren’t we supposed to go on partying?! Young man here says he’s tired. How come he wants to see my lovely room then?! Going up and down my stairs is no after-party, mister! We call it off! Until we shall meet again, ta-ta!

Mioseg? [miusheg]

Si din nou ne punem cu Sasha la vin si vorbe.. este relaxed, chillax! Cand primesc un mail de la Boti ca apare prin Hollandia si daca ne vedem si unde sta :)

Ciocolaaataaaaaaaaaaa!! Cine nu stie povestea trebuie s-o afle – mai precis ca Boti e ungur, bozgor sau cum vreti sa-i ziceti.. el se cheama singer mághiar. Da cine o sa-l creada? In fine, am fost noi in Vama, nu trebuie sa povestesc cum e in Vama….de 1 mai, mai precis……. Ideea principala este ca noi dansam ca nebunii in noapte si exista pe vremea aia melodia Varza a lui Vita de Vie.. cine nu stie melodia Varza?!.. si sa ne facem.. varzaaaa.. dar omul nu! El canta cat il tineau plamanii: ciocolataaaaaaaa.. drept urmare si replica lui Mada – de unde l-ai gasit, ma, pe-asta?! Dar noi ne-am distrat tot timpu..

Ideea este ca in acea seara a aparut Boti in peisaj.. dupa ce io cu Sasha decantasem vreo 3 sticle de vin – foarte tare, frate.. neah!! Sasha, ca sa fie prietenos, a inceput sa-si aduca aminte din copilaria lui la Satu Mare si alte chestii ca bai, cuvantu ala sau expresia aia in ungureste.. io ma tot kinuiam sa tin pasu si pana la urma imi aduc si eu aminte ca stiu ceva in ungureste: mioseg. Stiu de la Fane, ca mi-a spus ca asta inseamna – ce faci?! Cum stau treburile.. bai si incepe Boti sa rada sa moara.. nu se mai oprea, pot sa jur.. si zice.. pai asta inseamna cur artificial in ungureste.. e ca si cum as spune eu bivol inecat.. lol. Si da-i si razi.. pana la urma dupa conversatii cu Fane am aflat ca asa se spune din presa ungureasca.. aia de scandal. Mai precis e vorba gen care mai e curu artificial? In sensu care-i ultima barfa? Ultimul scandal? Ce-mi spui nou.. si s-a generalizat la ce faci? Care-i treaba? Whazaa..

Eh si el tot murea de ras, implicit am inceput sa ne prezentam si sa zicem mioseg, iar el cu Sasha bivol inecat, asta am inventat noi ca e pentru baieti.. si am tinut-o in rasete toata noaptea, pana ne-am culcat.. iar eu am ras si peste noapte.. Boti dormea pe jumate in patul gonflabil care intre timp se desumflase si parea o barca semiscufundata, iar pe cealalta jumatate era rasturnat pe moketa.. omu asta nu poate sa fie serios nici cand doarme?!