October 11, 2003

• today.
  woke up.
  spent some time on the tables.
  went across to the other flat to take a shower (ours is out of service).
  said goodbye to alla (today was her last nite at the flat-she’s moving back to jerusalem)
  took the metro to waterlooplein to get my bike.
  peddled at tour de france time trial pace to catch j-rocc and short(kut) doing their fat beats in-store.
  picked up the jaylib lp and short and j-rocc’s latest “knights of the turntable”.
  caught up with short (he’s thinking about getting a place out here).
  went to 5 other record stores.
  rode to school to make a last minute booking.
  ran into noah in the multimedia lab, who reminded me about the live “sae platinum panel series #2 webcast” from nyc (the only producer/engineer of any interest to me on the panel was king britt–he was the only no-show).
  left early and went around the block to a spot across from the university.
  relaxed.
  caught up with andrew on the phone.
  decided to call it an early night and head back to the flat.

  [note: this is where it gets a bit nutty]

  stop to check for my lighter (andrew’s still on the phone).
  smile at two noticeably attractive girls headed the other way towards “de roeter” (the pub from thursday).

  {intermission}

  the two are trying to get to the student quarters for some party. they’re on the right street but on the wrong side of the school. the one with long dark curls asks me if i can help them with directions. it’s obvious that french is her native language. i’m horrible with street names–i get around using, what damien refers to as “cellestial cues”. i apologize for not being able to help, wish them good luck and nite, and get on my bike to catch the last metro at weesperplein. she asks me if i want to go to the party with them. ya damn right i would. the one with glasses and shorter hair says something to her and she laughs. noemie and rhita are their names–erasmus law students from paris. marc ronson knows. ooh wee. at the party, it’s obvious that noemie is the one to talk to. turns out, she’s real into hip hop but doesn’t know the spots to go to, yet. cellestial cues, damo. cellestial cues. it just so happens that the fat beats 7 year anniversary party is tomorrow nite (re: j-rocc & short). the club is right near centraal station and their flat. at the end of my nite, noemie and rhita say they’re leaving the party, too. when i go to grab my bag, i notice this girl standing by herself by the front door. a north american “amelie” with glasses. she looked like she knew as many people at the party as i did, so i went up and introduced myself. turns out she’s a senior at brown studying the semester at the university, here.

  and then there’s tomorrow.

  on the metro ride home, i completely miss my stop. since it’s the last train, i had to find my way back on foot. followed the tracks back 4 stations to get to mine. i was lost between 11:43PM and 1:20AM. but i found a lake.

  {the end}

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