friday went boom

10.08.07

friday was the last day of classes. & the day we got our awesome certificates of attendance. this one is definitely going in my father's fire-proof filing cabinet of important documents. i can just feel it. but the day was fine. and a bit hectic, since people were leaving & i had to pack up my crap. on thursday night, i had spent the entire time hanging out with H, the austrian guy. we made tentative plans to meet up again on friday evening, along with some other people who weren't leaving the hague rightaway. but first i had to go to amsterdam with P, A & C, and P's new flat-mate to be (when C leaves), E (canadian!). why did we have to go to amsterdam?

because P is obsessed with (OBSESSED WITH) boom chicago, an american improv comedy troupe that performs in amsterdam. P loves it. he's seen every single themed show about 40 times each. & he takes everyone he knows there. anyone who comes to visit. so of course we had to go. the highlight of boom chicago was the table of irish drunk-as*es who were the butt (butts) of numerous jokes & displayed their charm and wit by shouting out an answer to a question that one of the improv guys was supposed to figure out. to which we all responded (at the count of three) with f*ck you. it was awesome. also, the table beside ours was full of women out for a "hen party" - visiting from manchester. they were very decked out in sashes & bunny ears and other things. they were doing awesome interpretations of amateur hookers. the amateur part, anyway. but i digress. oh before moving on to the rest of my awesome evening, i have to mention that A said about 4 times (within earshot of the hens) that they were super old. as a future hen/cougar/grumpyoldlady, i thanked him for my future humiliation.

we left amsterdam right after boom chicago since C was leaving for italy early in the am from rotterdam. & i had told the peoples from the course that i'd hang with them. i got in touch with H and it turned out that the whole plan fell apart with the others. he was just kicking around by himself. C insisted that i had to hang out with him (and i wasn't really going to argue since i am a geriatric cougar & he looked like dinner). so we met up at central station & walked over to a "coffee shop" (a green cafe, but for me, no green) - just some vin rouge. the place was packed & actually very interesting looking. but realizing that it was now way past den haag's bed time and we were out of places to go, we took an auto-rickshaw (how romantische!) back chez P to continue making googly eyes at one another. anyway, a lady never tells. so i'll leave to your imagine what happened next (suspecting that your imagination will do much more for my reputation than the truth would).

and the next morning, H dropped me off at the train station, helped me with my bags on the train & bid me adieu. and i head off to paris.