It's 5am. Do you know where your children are?

It's Saturday, but here it's technically Sunday and i don't even know what time it is back home. Sometime after my last blog entry, i got reeeallll sleepy, so i opted for a power nap. The next thing you know it's 6pm and time to get pretty and go out.

I stepped off the tram into a carnival on one of the city's main squares. After an appropriate amount of mesmerization i moved on to a pub that had been suggested to me by an online acquaintance, "de Prik". I didn't have an exact address, and the name made it hard to ask directions. By 8pm i made it there and occupied an outdoor table, better for the people watching. As the Prik filled with revelers, a party eventually joined my table.

Soon i was introduced to Robert, Teun, Monet, Beet and Frank. It was the occasion of Beet's 4?ish birthday, which involved a bit of bar hopping. [which reminds me, Franz from Friesland, remind me where we should absolutely visit?] Anyway, it's after five in the morning now. I swear i can see the sun rising. And the birds are already chirping. Ugh... must... scratch... out... contacts.
P.S. gefeliciteerd Beet!