Sun 19th of October @ Buchi

There are no incidents when getting to the Brussels airport, Lekker Piu walking me off and the last diet Coke we get speaking Dutch. It must be the first time I speak Dutch in Brussels.. so anyhow, I’m happy to kill some time with friends anytime, even unplanned – unexpectedly expect to have fun!! I become easily amused when I need to change my clothes in my parent’s car. Have I mentioned I was going to a wedding?! Right! I was supposed to be the bride’s maid.

In the meanwhile I was too late to be that. I had just missed the ceremony and the beginning of the wedding. My father was driving like formula 1 ditching other cars and cutting in front. My mother was giving me the latest updates and my father traffic indications. I was on my back with my make up already on, with one leg up rolling up my panties and getting the looks from taxi drivers and other men in traffic. Pushing around my bra became an ok thing, judging by the approbatory signs they were happy to make. My mother said I’d be next to marry. Shit, we all know it’s Lia!
Back to Buchi and the wedding. We danced, caught up with stories. It always gets so that you start telling your friends about your life and some totally stranger wants to find out more about the Netherlands. So you begin on the country assessment shit and they want to know if the Dutch women are hot. How the hell should I know?! Compared to what?! And I must know about the Dutch.. well I know something, but obviously I haven’t been there that long!

Happy people, married people, pregnant friend and plans for other friends. Absolutely no perspectives for others……..