Thursday, January 06, 2005

Sometimes I deserve to get whipped

Amsterdam…
New Year’s Eve…

Melkweg…
Huge party…

A lot of beautiful people…
A lot of booze…
Unbeliavably good music…

I go to the cafeteria upstairs to get a drink..
See this girl…
Think it is the girl I talked to, in Paradiso, two days ago..

Sit down by her,
Have a lovely chat… For an hour or so…

It is around two, and the girl says,
“What will you do tomorrow?”
“Possibly sleep”
“Do you have a phone number?”
“Hmmm… Let me give you my mail, that is more universal…”
Give my email, take hers, and she leaves, I go down to the dancefloor…

When I realized what I did…, not even the next morning…, at the exit of Melkweg,

I was looking for a pole to bang my head on…
Over and over….

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