Saturday, 04 July 2009

• A booze filled Saturday. In...

  Amsterdam, Netherlands

  

  So, the girl in Belgium who recently claimed that she fell asleep during a tattoo session after she had asked the tattoo artist to create three stars on her face, only to wake up to fifty seven stars covering an entire half of her face, might take a bit of comfort when she sees the above picture.

  The weather was once more phenomenal today so in the early afternoon I walked into town and taking things very slowly. After having sat at some canals, just watching the many boats on the water, I ended up on Zeedijk, where the De Engel bar has some nice seats outside. I got a white wine and just enjoyed 'people watching'. The guy with the tattooed face was joined by a lady who also had a partial facial tattoo, and a professional photographer, Jan van Breda. We got to talk and at one point (I believe after the third white wine) I asked the tattoo guy, whose name is Hans by the way, if I could take a picture of him - which he had no problems with. And the result is shown here.

  As I left De Engel again, some time after 6, Paul, a Spijker barkeeper, walked with me on Zeedijk and invited me over to see his new flat... where we continued to drink a bit more and enjoyed the warm sunshine on his balcony. He has an absolutely beautiful flat with a great view in the living room and a quiet but sunny balcony at the back. At around 8 in the evening I finally went home... because I had some more things planned.

  Anthony turned 33 day on Wednesday, and today he and Nick had organised a big party for many of their friends in their new, equally beautiful place, not too far from my own apartment. I got there at 10-ish and had a super time. Some of his friends I knew already, and there were also the very familiar faces of Sean and Mike of course. It was really great... although I found the theme a bit puzzling. Because Ant turned 33 he had decided that this was his 'Jesus year' and therefore the party should have a Christmas theme. Now, as far as I can remember, Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus, and not the fact that he died aged 33. That would be Easter, so I had actually suggested we have a crucifixion instead. But no, Christmas was the theme and it was actually very funny. And scary. And then, finally, at around three in the night, I decided that I'd had enough to drink, really... so I said my goodbyes and went home. What a day!

  • 7:33 PM
  • 3 Views
  • 0 eProps
  • 0 Comments