Brug en Sluizen Feest
Dutch title, English stuff inside.
Starting off, brother picks me up, we're off to our cousin.
driving towards the bridge here that is connected to Dordrecht. Playing MCR. Whoop!
TomTom!
Arlan is picked up. We have a TomTom! Nothing can go wrong. Right?!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight???
only 41km away from Amsterdam! AND WE ARE IN THE TRAFFIC JAM. Yay. Playing the Doors loudly, whoop!
we're here! after 2 hrs of driving and 15 minutes of finding a space for parking the car!
'Should I bring my coat?' I ask when we get out.
'Yes, it's going to rain.'
don't ask. I suppose.
Uncle Jan & Rita! We arrive at one of the many bars in Weesp.
from left to right, half of my Aunt Sjanie, my Uncle Bou(dewijn) and my aunt Riet's head.
Aunt Fien.
My two uncle's whose name I forgot. One's called Wop, the ones called, Whatever. k?
Uncle Whoever with Aunt Sjanie. note the beer that has been drained. Yay.
My Uncle Bou kissing my Aunt Marijke o_o
my Uncle Leo, who you may ask; How are you? and he answer with; WELL SHIT OF COURSE MY FUCKING KNEE!. it can't be different.
my dad and my cousin Arlan taking a snapshot on Ar's phone.
Arlan advertising the Snail Miracle! You can see he is rather excited about it.
'It worked wonders for my skin! I give it, not one, but TWO thumbs up!'
We arrivé at Plaka, the best Greek restaurant in this town. Alrighty then, lets see, what shall we order Ar?
"I order 53a."
"Then I'll order 53b!"
My brother and Henk van Essen, already drunk enough to dance.
Quite artsy photo of a drunk, a jolly and a sober one :) Uncle Jan, Henk and my brother.
Dad enjoying himself greatly.
Gideon's hair, Jan, Henk, Wilma. Artsaaay!
The drunk explains, but we won't listen!
Jolly good time, just wish they weren't so damn out of focus. See our eaten food! yum!
Actually told the owner she should make her placemats like this from now on, she said it was 'Adorable' like someone judging the artwork of a six year old. :-( I felt violated, sort of. in a weird way.
My dad and Arlan, having a good time to old Dutch sway-along music. :) You can see Jan joining in too, but looking at me and thinking, 'Better not look like a lame-o on the camera!'
Thats it wtih the pictures :)
off to bed and to play some Pokémon!
Starting off, brother picks me up, we're off to our cousin.
driving towards the bridge here that is connected to Dordrecht. Playing MCR. Whoop!
TomTom!
Arlan is picked up. We have a TomTom! Nothing can go wrong. Right?!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight???
only 41km away from Amsterdam! AND WE ARE IN THE TRAFFIC JAM. Yay. Playing the Doors loudly, whoop!
we're here! after 2 hrs of driving and 15 minutes of finding a space for parking the car!
'Should I bring my coat?' I ask when we get out.
'Yes, it's going to rain.'
don't ask. I suppose.
Uncle Jan & Rita! We arrive at one of the many bars in Weesp.
from left to right, half of my Aunt Sjanie, my Uncle Bou(dewijn) and my aunt Riet's head.
Aunt Fien.
My two uncle's whose name I forgot. One's called Wop, the ones called, Whatever. k?
Uncle Whoever with Aunt Sjanie. note the beer that has been drained. Yay.
My Uncle Bou kissing my Aunt Marijke o_o
my Uncle Leo, who you may ask; How are you? and he answer with; WELL SHIT OF COURSE MY FUCKING KNEE!. it can't be different.
my dad and my cousin Arlan taking a snapshot on Ar's phone.
Arlan advertising the Snail Miracle! You can see he is rather excited about it.
'It worked wonders for my skin! I give it, not one, but TWO thumbs up!'
We arrivé at Plaka, the best Greek restaurant in this town. Alrighty then, lets see, what shall we order Ar?
"I order 53a."
"Then I'll order 53b!"
My brother and Henk van Essen, already drunk enough to dance.
Quite artsy photo of a drunk, a jolly and a sober one :) Uncle Jan, Henk and my brother.
Dad enjoying himself greatly.
Gideon's hair, Jan, Henk, Wilma. Artsaaay!
The drunk explains, but we won't listen!
Jolly good time, just wish they weren't so damn out of focus. See our eaten food! yum!
Actually told the owner she should make her placemats like this from now on, she said it was 'Adorable' like someone judging the artwork of a six year old. :-( I felt violated, sort of. in a weird way.
My dad and Arlan, having a good time to old Dutch sway-along music. :) You can see Jan joining in too, but looking at me and thinking, 'Better not look like a lame-o on the camera!'
Thats it wtih the pictures :)
off to bed and to play some Pokémon!