My baby surprised me with a night filled with fine wine and dining. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. 

When in Rotterdam, you must go dine at Restaurant De Jong. 

Literary translated from Dutch: Licking Pussies. Oh and by the way, you should visit their website too. Not a whole lot of pussy licking going on there (unfortunately) but a whole lot of other pretty awesome things. 

Nothing is permanent except change.

proofed to be a winning combination Saturday. After years of sitting, waiting and wishing I finally got to see one of my favorite bands in my own city. The best part of seeing them was the by far the location. As much as I love going to concerts I just hate large venues. Rotown Rotterdam for the win! 

So, what had happened was that I decided to last minute invite the colleague whom I’ve had a couple of stockroom adventures with to join. Since she told me she was still interested and although I kinda played with the idea to act upon it, I just didn’t. I guess it was the amount of beers I consumed, her affectionate huddles and looks that changed my mind. Because not long after the Mystery Jets played their last song I pulled her close to me and kissed her. In front of every-freaking-one. Including our colleagues who already were oblivious to the whole tension play that had been going on since April. Yeah, my Saturday night was not too shabby, at all.

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Sup ya’ll, I’m gay ok. Thought I would share. 

Rotterdam streets. 

Patrick Watson, thank you for making Motel Mozaïque 2012 all kinds of amazing. When he played this song one of his band members actually used a saw, yes a saw as a musical instrument. The dreamy sound of that saw and Patrick Watson’s voice brought tears to my eyes. Yups.

Oh yeah let’s do this. Step into ISEEJANEMARY’S world.

Welcome to my hood. Okay granted, I can’t take pictures even if my life depended on it, but the streets of Rotterdam are pretty awesome. 

I will forever keep on crushing. Oh 4th of December I can’t wait. 

I’ve never been good at letting things go
But I know that this time I just have to let go
‘Cause I’ve been having these nightmares

Oh Erasmus School of History, Culture and Communication I already love you. Forget the intensive schedule, forget the fact that I’m going to have sleepless nights stressing about statistics, forget that my class isn’t that interesting (yet)…H-E-L-L-O pretty green eyed girl and pretty brown eyed girl. Dating or not, who minds a pretty sight for sore eyes.