Can we say joseff
Só quero te dizer que o amor é saudade que não passa, sempre estará em meu coração.
Tune by Fellow and video by Kencho . Oh and the weird dancers, well that’s us The Eclectic Eleven :).
Sundays. She’s doing her hair and I’m painting a wall. Playing house much?
Cloud fucking nine is where I’ve been residing lately. This girl got me puking rainbow butterflies.
It’s truly an honor to know beautiful, strong and inspiring people. And that is what Valentijn is, beautiful, strong and inspiring.
and a fucking crazy night is what followed. What I’m about to share with you guys is probably not the smartest thing to do. I mean sharing my tales of alcohol related shame on the world wide web isn’t really the way to go when you don’t want future employers to find out that your idea of a weekend is a 7-day weekend and that your love for vodka is pretty much borderline alcoholism. But hey, good thing that my blog is linked to nothing. Anygays, so one of my best buds turned 24 yesterday thus it was time for a kiki which started at his place. We danced, we drank, had some face cake and we drank some more while “Let’s Have a Kiki” was stuck on repeat. Looking back we never stood a chance against the vodka because we skipped tipsy and went straight to inebriated.
Not long after that we moved the party to the club. Sobering up a bit was out of the question seen as my best friend got us free vodka. I was jumping, grinding and whatnot while drinking. Suddenly I decided that I wanted to go to the party next door. Which, according to my friend who was the door bitch at that party, was more like a 5 minute pit stop before continuing my walk of shame. Apparently I thought it was time to go home and without saying anything I went on my sluggish way. Usually when I’m that drunk I take a cab home so I have no clue as to why I was determined to have a midnight stroll instead. After what seemed like a 164 hour walk I finally reached my safe haven. Somehow I thought that one of my buddies was home already and since I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving I didn’t have the key. I think in between shouting his name a dozen times and the warm fuzzy effect of alcohol wearing off I realized that I was freezing my ass off and that he was most likely knocked out. Instead of going back to the club I just continued freezing my ass off by sitting on the cold, oh so cold pavement.
And then, then things got a bit random. A neighbor spotted me slowly dying and decided to check up on me. He was gone for a moment and came back with an oversized leather jacket. If I wasn’t paralyzed by the cold I would have given him a hug. Then neighbor guy disappeared for what felt as 30 minutes but since I had no sense of time this easily could have been an hour or more. I just wanted to close my eyes but too paranoid to get robbed I forced myself to stay awake. During his absence and out of desperation to stay awake I tried to break the glass to open the door from the inside. First with my shoes, then with my elbows and then with a paving stone I was trying to dig out with my hands. Yes, this really happened, I shit you not. It’s safe to say that words cannot express how freaking grateful I am that it ended up in failed attempts.
Shortly after the unsuccessful execution of my oh so brilliant plan mister neighbor came back with a boiled egg and foam for me to sit on. Seriously, I can’t make this shit up. I think he thought I was dying because he kept me company til my friends arrived. The first thing I told my friends when they came to my rescue, about 2 hours later, was to thank him. Neighbor guy kinda restored my faith in humanity again. And all in all I was the lucky one of the bunch. While I was munching on a boiled egg and being watched over, my buddy who I thought was sound asleep in his bed, in reality passed out on the streets of Amsterdam and my other friend who got kicked out of the club because she was throwing up, drove around in a cab for about an hour and a half trying to find her sisters house.
Vodka and your aftermaths, you never cease to amaze me. Oh well….
Oh Amsterdam Gay Pride weekend 2012, you were the best. Three days filled with (dirty) dancing, drinking, flirting and making out. Here’s to being GAY OK!
The perfect treat before going to Aruba for the summer, Pitch Festival. I’m one happy camper. The Weeknd, SBTRKT, Modeselektor, James Blake, Skip & Die, Mount Kimbie, Azari & III and more. It somewhat eases the pain of missing out on Dillon and The Cure. Oh July, why art thou so far, far away.
Saying that I’m proud would be an understatement. This is my friend Jerusa. She is doing what most people don’t dare to do, following her dreams. From Amsterdam to freaking New York City. Nothing but hearts.
I will not adjust myself to the world I am adjusted to
myself"
There are barely words to describe what went up in Club Up and De Kring last Saturday. TEE-Party was all kinds of awesome and rocked two area’s together with Meisjes Zonder Smaak. It was double the fun, double the dirtiness and double the hangover we were all thankful for the next morning. The DJ’s (especially the TEE-DJ’s) stepped it up a notch with tunes that resulted in some serious bumping and grinding. On top of that hot girls were practically oozing out of the walls. Being me I was interested in the beauty surrounding me that night. With that came the flirting and smizing. Some were old acquaintances, some were introduced and others well, remained a mystery for the simple reason that at one moment I was so out of this world drunk that I couldn’t walk up to the prettiest girl who was shamelessly flirting and smiling at me for the longest time. Instead of that I just stood there rooting the DJ’s while flirting and smiling back. Of course there were plenty of other highlights, but I think we’ll skip those parts and conclude: TEE-Party was out of this world insane.
You can’t imagine how freaking amazing Jamie Woon is live. I’ve seen him at Melt! and now that he’s coming to Amsterdam, I must see him again!
‘nother round of if onlys
of all the ways you can know me
how i take time going slowly
all the time that i did on my own
still i walked when i shoulda run
and i ran when i shoulda walked
