It’s Monday today. I woke up in a city that is strange to me, went to a coffee shop and had some coffee and yoghurt.
This is how mornings are supposed to be.
I had what you can call a weekender. I danced on Friday and Saturday, and slept all Sunday. Sunday is a rest day so licet mihi (I am allowed).
Here’s how it went down.
A friend of mine is having a child so we celebrated. I had to work until 10 and grabbed the train to Utrecht.
After a joyful meeting with my friends who had just come from a brewery in Amsterdam to have some celebratory drinks we went to a bar to talk and drink.
I had a kind of cola I’ve never had before. Since I’m all for new experiences I was down and ready to clown.
After that we went to the EKKO to dance. My friend were already on edge but I was on a different kind of level, sober and feeling good about what was about to come.
I was about to shine on that dancefloor and I knew it. It’s a given.
It has something to do with a confirmation of my self-esteem. It’s having fun to the music that is the point. I used to constantly be ‘on the hunt’ if you know what I mean.
But now I recognize that it is me who should be hunted. So I have fun, go nuts and groove to the music the best I can.
It is a kind of mindset that you grow into with experience. Of course you want to flirt. But the less you look for it, the more you get it.
There was this one girl who was dancing as extravagantly as I was. We danced together for a while which was lots of fun, and after that one of my friends said this to me:
For the 12 years we’ve been going out, there’s always this one girl on the dancefloor who’s the best dancer of all the girls. Since you’re the best dancer of all the men, one way or another, you’re bound to meet each other. Then you guys dance and there’s sparks coming off the both of you. First it was a kind of jealousy, to be honest, but now I’m just glad you found that one girl again.
Shit dude, can your ego be even more stroked?
I also met a girl from a long time ago, and even though we didn’t dance together, it was nice seeing her again.
After the dancing we walked to my friend’s place to sleep. We ordered some food and after some banter we fell asleep.
In the morning: more banter, coffee and blueberry pancakes made by the lady of the house. Very wholesome.
Train directly to work. Worked until 10. Had some tea with regular customers.
One regular customer of mine said she had a guestlist spot for me for an old school hardcore party. I said sure, why not.
The music style’s a bit harder than what I usually dance to but they’re mostly melodic tunes, so I was willing to step outside my boundaries.
So after work I went home, had some hutspot (mashed potatoes with carrots and onion) and that kind of meat that falls apart when you prick into it with your fork. A good starter of the evening.
Train to Woerden, someone peed in the train. Bus to de Meern, read Confessions by Saint Augustine. It’s basically about how a sinner found God. Good read, I’ll make a post about it when I’m done reading it.
The party was on an industrial complex, you could hear the bass from 2 blocks away. Wonderfully, I was on the guest list.
The guests were a whole lot different from the day before. Loads of make-up, dyed hair, tribal tattoos and shaved heads.
Even though they were different from what I’m used to I tried to make smalltalk in the smokers’ lounge, and it went so well that a guy tried to make me rich by teaching me cryptocurrency. Didn’t fall for it though.
Someone braided my hair (badly). Dancing, dancing. Lots of dancing space, which was nice. Enough space to go all out, that’s for sure.
To be honest, I had more fun the day before but that’s because I was with my friends then, and I didn’t feel so out of place.
There’s a lesson hidden in it somewhere.
The regular customer and me went home by car, pumped up the music and had coffee at McDonald’s. When I came home I ate a lukewarm Big Mac in bed, which is suboptimal food but I compensated by eating a lot of fruit.
How to have fun
What is the common factor on both these evenings?
I just had fruit, water and cola. Aside from the cola, that’s positive energy.
Remember when you were 13 and had clean old fun with your friends without using degrading substances? It’s time to go back to that time.
Not drinking is the new drinking. No drugs is the new drugs. Don’t sleep on it.
You might think you’re not ready for it. But you are.
Until the next time.