Wally Nes’ Blog

Well, after the last post I was well overdue for some R&R. I had planned to start the unwinding cycle a week earlier, but a nasty flu halted that. But this last week was one of party. Thursday was the Bloed TM, friday was the spring party and saturday was Charlotte’s B-day.

Bloed TM is a series of challenges between EuroAvia and the SSVOBB. I’ll keep things short on that point: EA is a european association of aerospace students who during their active period learn how to communicate across borders and participate in international working groups . . . and of course we come together and have fun and stuff. SSVOBB (AKA Lambach vliegtuigen) are a group of students endeavouring to build a plane. 2 planes even. It’s not going well. It’s flown 4 times and they’ve been at it for over 15 years now. Ray Mears did it in 1 TV season.

This time the challenge was Monopoly (also of the TM, but of a different sort) . The organisation had done a magnificent job of adopting the board to our purpouses as streets hold little value to engineers. The board was covered in different courses which one could purchuse notes to, and of course the currency was: Beer. A minor hick-up in my participation was that I’d thought to bring maaike along, but a case of severe asthma stopped that. So I had to walk the old girl home and then walk back, as my rear tire had given way the day before and I’d written it off in favour for buying a new one of friday. So I was 40′ish minutes late. Long story short: Fun, beer and me winning. All important aspects of a good night out. I don’t actually know if EA or the SVVOBB won, as my table was but one of four but maybe someone will comment on that. I helped the one remaining svobber in cleaning up as the rest of the organization all had “valid excuses” for not helping to clean up.

Friday was the spring party. I hooked up with t-mo, jogchem and some friends of theirs to travel to Pijnacker, where the party was set. As a veteran to this party I have always known most of the inhabitants of the house where this party took place, but as veterans everywhere find out regularly: Time moves on, and so do housemates. So I knew but a small portion of the party-goers . . . . No problem for myself of course, but one of those signs that one is getting “old”. And by this I mean, older than the rest. Don’t write me off just yet.

The theme was “Oriental”, and while I have half a room filled with appropriate stuff I could only really wear a sarong. Experience in these areas stopped me from actually wearing it. Think of a kilt, but not attached quite as firmly. Not good. And obviously the practice samurai sword, while authentic, isn’t the best thing to carry around with my dance-style. The initial band “sucked big wet donkey balls” as they say. A style not unlike radiohead intros, but you know: bad. And with lack of an actual song afterwards. So basically 30 minutes of quiet strumming of a guitar, some piano chords and a little wailing into a microphoon. The band after that though was grand, a small ska band had me dancing on the podium for some time, ignorant of the fact I was impressing some girl. The DJ playing in between wasn’t too bad, though anyone that has to “look up” Prodigy – Voodoo people coz’ he’s not sure he’s got that kind of music . . . well . . . like I said: not bad. The alcohol was another one of those things scoring high marks that night. After 4 beers I switched to screwdrivers, and while I recognized them for being too strong it wasn’t till it was my turn that I found out that my past 3 longdrink glasses had been filled for 2/3 with vodka and only 1/3 of OJ. This realization had me switching to pure sodas instantly and I managed to not pass out for the remainder of the night (always a good thing). In the final hours there was a lot of dancing, some light alcohol and the nibbling on my ear. It started out with just having to talk close to my ear, but evolved into noses thrust deep into my ear, hip-holding and ear-nibbling. I retorted with some funny stories of the girlfriend, whom I was quite sure I had mentioned earlier, which did the job. It ended with an invitation to her own party . . . in groningen . . . oh, and bring your girlfriend. Yeah . . . euhm . . . I’ll think about it. While I had planned to leave the party at 3 max (had to work the next day) I arrived home while birds started their morning calls.

Saturday started lovely with me being late for work (waking up on time, but still having to walk the dog) but ended nothing short of fantastic. Charlotte’s b-day started for me after 10. While it was a little dull (in party terms) initially the combination of outgoing people, alcohol, good moods and the mandatory lesbian soon had things rolling. Literally. The B-day girl and the lesbian, whom I’m sure has a name but for literary purpouses will be referred to as such anyway, started wrestling for no reason apparent to me. The two of them kept at it for 2 hours aswell. Due again to an overload of alcohol I began experiencing difficulties distinguishing between reality and my teen-daydreams, and when encouraged to participate I made a point to keep my interference as light as possible . . . Mostly not to corrupt the lovely spectacle that continued before my eyes, but also coz I was afraid to shift my sense of reality back to those teen-daydreams. That would’ve been bad. In a REALLY good way, but still bad. In the end everyone was moving and dancing and stretching and wrestling. My god, it was good that they make clothes as sturdy as they do because I don’t know what would’ve happened if any piece had accidentally come off, there might’ve been no stopping it.

There were so many things worth mentioning that happened that night, but I’d like to keep it to the lesbian wrestling . . . . Well, there’s just nothing that will top it, is there. That night stopped with the sun peeking over the horizon.
Screenshot, or it didn’t happen

Good times

Oh, and the reason for all of this is of course: I can now report to my optician that these new lenses do indeed last longer without becoming uncomfortable.

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