Bare-boned meatgnawers

Work was tiring. I had the worst alley from the block and had to squeeze my way past table 17 every time I wanted to serve 13 and 14 since 17 and 16 were connected. Blah. Did receive 8 euro tip plus some change from my tables and we were done quite early for such a busy night. Late break, early done. I guess many couples had some more valentine’s day business to attend to. *Grin*
Afterwards we barbecued again. I’m very satisfied with some bread and garlicbutter but hey, if you’re serving pork... Had the best karbonades EVER.

I’m in a strange part of my life now. I wake up before my alarm clock wakes me up, I can’t go to sleep before eleven pm and I haven’t even caught as much as a cold this winter. I must be healthiest person ever! *Touchwood*

My father called yesterday afternoon. Said he was somewhere near Arnhem and asked how fast I could be at home. So I said “euhm, ten minutes” [actually in less but I needed to change before work and I’m not going to do that when my father is sitting on the couch.] I wonder what these surprise visits mean. He was all paternal on me and only wanted some water and to see me. Thank goodness the house was still a bit cleaned up from randallsilvers visit last weekend and TC’s mom coming over Thursday. He wanted to know the usual ‘howsschoolhowareyoudoingdidyoupassanyexams?’ and almost didn’t comment at all on how I looked.

Today there’s an anti-war demonstration in Amsterdam (almost typo’d Iraq there) and I really want to go. But since demonstrations always kindof get out of hand and I have to be home by four and I was supposed to meet up with Mr. Finn I won’t go. TC will, and she’ll demonstrate for us both. Hehe. I actually have an opinion on this. A lot of my fellow-students agree with me but only Erik and perhaps Gineke from my work do there. Marianne and Timo were all for a war with Iraq, they did have a good argument “if Bush doesn’t attack Iraq what will Saddam do? Who knows what kind of weapons he has and what he’s going to do with them.” To that point I do agree, because who really knows? But on the other hand I do not think that a war is the answer. How can you ever achieve world peace by war? I think America is too quick to jump to arms and start shooting. They are a great power in this world (wereldmacht) but that doesn’t mean they have the right to meddle into everyone’s affairs.

I’m scared of what might happen when there’s a war. I’m too young to know what it’s like and I’d like to remain in the dark of what it’s like. I’m afraid I can’t afford to live on my own anymore and have to move back in with my mom which would deprive me of my freedom. And that freedom is what I value most. I can do without luxury and food for a while (hell, I’m a student and I have eaten pretty gross food that was almost not good for consumption anymore), but without my freedom I think I would go raving mad.

The itch and rash are coming back, I fear. The weather and stress contribute to that. I should worry less.
Well, first let’s go to Utrecht and spend those savings on nice clothing.

Slice and Dice

We browsed through Utrecht, thoroughly. I found one thing I wanted to buy but it was 30 euro’s instead of something more normal (like half or even a third of that price). Plus, some nice satin and another fabric for Larp clothing. Okay, okay I’m an addict. I didn’t find black cotton or skai leather for my matronjacket and I also didn’t find the fabric for Wouter’s tunics. Darned darned darned. But now I have a lot to work on.

Mr. Finn, you cool!

Hilarious moment: in a busy street, Mr. Finn doing his demonic voice saying “I must feed on the flesh of the unborn” and two gimpy little gits fleeing into a cafe. LMAO!

Alright, now to finish my hutspot and then off to tha job.
Hutspot: a mix of potatoes, carrots and unions, cooked in a single pot.