Brabant, you kill me.
Feb. 9th, 2013 09:46 pmAlthough we've been living in Brabant for over a year, my internship is the sole reason I ran into the people going out to celebrate that all time favorite pastime: carnaval.
I was on the bus with no less than two police officers, at least three criminals in varying shades of striped pyjama's, a stewardess, several horny tigresses, a ghost, and a chicken. When we arrived at Eindhoven train station, out of another bus came pouring the Village People, being led by Bob the Builder, followed by a SWAT team in jeans, helmets and bullet-proof vests.
On the other hand, I did pass a pirate with a parrot on his head, Batman's the Joker and a passable Freddy Mercury (Live @Wembley version in yellow leather jacket). It's not all horrible wigs and polyester coveralls. I don't want to consider the lump of plastic that remains of those costumes should someone spontaneously combust.
Only this weekend. Thank the gods.
I was on the bus with no less than two police officers, at least three criminals in varying shades of striped pyjama's, a stewardess, several horny tigresses, a ghost, and a chicken. When we arrived at Eindhoven train station, out of another bus came pouring the Village People, being led by Bob the Builder, followed by a SWAT team in jeans, helmets and bullet-proof vests.
On the other hand, I did pass a pirate with a parrot on his head, Batman's the Joker and a passable Freddy Mercury (Live @Wembley version in yellow leather jacket). It's not all horrible wigs and polyester coveralls. I don't want to consider the lump of plastic that remains of those costumes should someone spontaneously combust.
Only this weekend. Thank the gods.
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Date: 2013-02-10 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-11 08:12 am (UTC)The first cars I encountered were near the Dutch borders.