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janestarzWhile I finally picked my ass up out of my chair and got around to clearing away some washed larp clothes, some new clothes, and tying up some old colourway clothes that will go to charity, there was a knock on my door.
It was neighbour Guus, who lives at the end of the hall. "Hey, would you like to join me for a movie?"
Having just read Yes Man about grabbing opportunities and saying yes, in stead of letting them slip you by and saying no, I decided to say yes!
Guus took me to the old Verkade factory in Den Bosch, which was transformed into a Brabant version of Dudok. A grand cafe, a garden bar and several (movie) theatre rooms were all part of the old factory now. I bought Guus a drink and after fifteen minutes or so we sat down in a tiny movie theatre for La Grande Belezza (nrc.nl), an arthouse movie from Italy.
NRC describes it as "a movie about everyhing and more: decadence, alienation, melancholy and the contuing loss of innocence that is called life."
It took a little getting used to, but thanks to a very charismatic main character "Jep" and his curious look on life, it was very entertaining (how is it that well-dressed men never look old?) and a moving story and look on life.
I was home near midnight, which is tough on a work-night.
This morning I took a shower and ran into neighbour Huub while baking an egg. He had borrowed my car the previous night, as his was in the garage (the YES vibe had been going round, and I had given him my car keys without fully realising this was a conscious choice. Still, it's nice to help out a neighbour, because Huub is one who does a lot for our little nook of Lindenlust. I also donate food to him).
We drank coffee and then I was off to work.
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anemoona walked by our windows, and I made her a cup of tea while we finished up the day's work; oiling sewing machines and such. We crossed the street and I inflicted my best Greek onto the nice man at Mykonos. He was ecstatic that I tried to speak his language and we were given a nice table for four to sit at.
Anemoona tried the kotopoulos with olives, while I ate most of a cow's hind quarters (the Adonis dish is still my favourite, and if ever I should encounter an adonis that tastes that good, I will devour him whole!)
We had a great time chatting about pretty much everything from blind dates to Maerquin, and switched tables to make room for a reservation. I inflicted more Greek onto the proprietor, who was impressed with my asking for the bill (or my accent). He said 'endaxi' and 'kalinichta' and such as we left.
And so my weekend started, with lots of social life, fun things and a good meal.
It was neighbour Guus, who lives at the end of the hall. "Hey, would you like to join me for a movie?"
Having just read Yes Man about grabbing opportunities and saying yes, in stead of letting them slip you by and saying no, I decided to say yes!
Guus took me to the old Verkade factory in Den Bosch, which was transformed into a Brabant version of Dudok. A grand cafe, a garden bar and several (movie) theatre rooms were all part of the old factory now. I bought Guus a drink and after fifteen minutes or so we sat down in a tiny movie theatre for La Grande Belezza (nrc.nl), an arthouse movie from Italy.
NRC describes it as "a movie about everyhing and more: decadence, alienation, melancholy and the contuing loss of innocence that is called life."
It took a little getting used to, but thanks to a very charismatic main character "Jep" and his curious look on life, it was very entertaining (how is it that well-dressed men never look old?) and a moving story and look on life.
I was home near midnight, which is tough on a work-night.
This morning I took a shower and ran into neighbour Huub while baking an egg. He had borrowed my car the previous night, as his was in the garage (the YES vibe had been going round, and I had given him my car keys without fully realising this was a conscious choice. Still, it's nice to help out a neighbour, because Huub is one who does a lot for our little nook of Lindenlust. I also donate food to him).
We drank coffee and then I was off to work.
At 16.30,
anemoona walked by our windows, and I made her a cup of tea while we finished up the day's work; oiling sewing machines and such. We crossed the street and I inflicted my best Greek onto the nice man at Mykonos. He was ecstatic that I tried to speak his language and we were given a nice table for four to sit at. Anemoona tried the kotopoulos with olives, while I ate most of a cow's hind quarters (the Adonis dish is still my favourite, and if ever I should encounter an adonis that tastes that good, I will devour him whole!)
We had a great time chatting about pretty much everything from blind dates to Maerquin, and switched tables to make room for a reservation. I inflicted more Greek onto the proprietor, who was impressed with my asking for the bill (or my accent). He said 'endaxi' and 'kalinichta' and such as we left.
And so my weekend started, with lots of social life, fun things and a good meal.
