August 22, 2003

• after sitting through another 6 hours of mindless and ineffective lecturing, i returned to the flat ready to just recline and relax. then clemens, my austrian flatmate, suggests we venture out to Bloemendaal (“valley of flowers”) and go to a beach party our school was throwing. we took a train to Haarlem, got off at the wrong stop, walked around aimlessly for a good hour, asked for directions over a dozen times. we stopped one girl on a bike and she walked us all the way to a bus station and was uber friendly. then, we asked this drunk 60 year old woman for directions to the beach and she stood us there for a good 20 mins., recited a poem in german that she had learned in grade school, gave a a brief summation of the neighborhood gossip, and went off about her bygone years as a professional ballet dancer. she was cool. finally, we stop at the grocery to pick up some smokes and a lady there tells us we should hitchhike. i’ve never done it before, but right away, this guy who works at an art college picked us up and drove us 9 kilometers to the water (so Kerouac). all you can eat barbequed pork, potatoes, and corn. yummm. ran into the one girl who’s in my class. at first, i guess she thought she was hot shit and was real rude when i introduced myself to her. then she saw me on the dancefloor and an hour later, she’s coming up to me and being all chatty. girls. fickle. real fickle. what a brilliant way to spend a friday night.

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