You ain´t nothing but a hound dog

Listen to the Lisa Lois album, Bright Eyes & Neva Dinova with Happy accident, Kitz in the Hall album; Land of make Believe and Goldfrapp with I wanna life. O, and the Black Eyed Peas finally have a great song: Imma Be (but the video? It's just silly).

O, en dat 30+ feestje wat ik afgelopen vrijdag bezocht? We walked in, laughing, having fun, all exited for this so called amazing night we were suppose to have, and first, when we got in, they needed to see our passport. That made me smile. I mean, if they want to see my passport they must think I'm not older then, let's say, 27? Then, we needed to give our passport to another man who needed to make a copy of it. And I was like, why? A copy of my passport? That's strange, isn't it? So I gave mine to him and after he made a copy he gave it back at me, together with that copy. They asked me to write down my e-mail address on it. Strange again, so I said I didn't want to receive any emails but for some reason I couldn’t get in if I didn't, so I wrote down some made up e-mail address like thisisastrangeplace@hotmail.com, or something like that just to make a point. So after we all made something up, we got in.

On the website it said that ladies could drink free Chardonnay. So we were all into Chardonnay. The desperate woman standing at the bar (she was screening every man who entered the room) was not pleased with me, asking for an empty glass so that my friend Dinja could give me some of hers (still broke from clearance sale at Videoland). I believe, at one point, she almost started crying because of it, so I decided to pay € 3,75 for a glass.

I talked a bit with my friends, we toasted, laughed and at one moment I looked around the room to see where this evening was going for us. I started to mingle. All the people were standing close to their peeps, talking about other people, trying to stand fierce, you know, boobs out, ass out, being serious but still hot and sexy. It was funny. They were talking politics, about being in their 30’s and how fun it is that there was actually a place for people their age, their backpacking experiences and all the good work they’ve done for the community, bla bla bla. They were all so full of themselves. NOT my crowd. So I stopped mingling.

After four glasses of expensive (but good) Chardonnay (the waitress was still staring deathly in my eyes) I looked around in the room again. Did you know people in their 30's don't like dancing before they have too much to drink? There kind of scared to bomb, or something. I don't know, like their afraid to come out their comfort zone because they think their too old for that. And really, it was kind of depressing to see that some group of people my age have the same problem with expressing themselves like we all had when we were in our puberty. You know, looking around, feeling stupid if you would dance, staying close to your friends because otherwise people might think your alone, shit like that. It was all really lame. A lame party. With lame people. I noticed that most peeps were taking about what they have accomplished and really telling other people the price of the new house they bought. So much talk to make themselves feel more mature, I guess. It made me boisterous. And that is not a good thing (crunkin’ on Gard du Nord, stuff like that). I made a fool out of myself.

There was this cameraman who filmed the lounge room, filming groups of peeps smiling friendly in the camera while checking if their hair was still in shape. At one point the camera spotted me, in all my craziness. And I tell you, he couldn't stop filming me. And bored as I was, I couldn't stop smizing in the camera. I started giving hand kisses into the camera, singing karaoke (Peggy Lee - Fever), dancing. At one point (totally serious), I took the cameraman with me to the restroom to make him film the beautiful room. And me. Asking the camera to guess what song I was peeing. It was so embarrassing.

So after I danced with Dinja, trying to make the best of it, we just had enough. It was too serious. Too obedient. Everybody sipped on one wine for like 40 minutes, we already switched to beer and started jumping around on the dance floor asking the DJ to play Abba. I mean, it was better if we left. And we did.

Dreckatude. And they tell me to grow up. Whatevs! Wrong place. Wrong place wrong time Sally, that´s my name. So I went to Tilburg as fast as I could to visit Cul de Sac to dance with people in their 30’s. Talk about wine, love, sex, art, movies and music. Yessur!

I just think, when you grow older, people have different priorities. It’s not like I’m dissing people who are different then me. They don’t judge me, I ..yeah, I do judge them. But I just don’t get the whole materialistic way of putting yourself out there and really think you are more of a person if you have a good job or a great house. It looks like people are really proud of themselves if they’ve accomplished something. Why is that? Why is that a surplus value? I mean, a feeling like that don’t make you happy. It certainly doesn’t make me jealous in any kind of way, or make me look up to them because that is what some people like to see on your face every time they tell a story about themselves. What happened with just having fun and enjoy every minute, laugh and just, I don’t know, live it. Do some people loose their creativity at some point?

And another thing. Men these days do not know how to garnish me. All that talk about nothing. Where are those men who reach for your hand because they want to dance with you. Are they afraid? Do I scare them? I mean, it’s not like they don’t approach me but when they do.. nothing! If I ask a man for a dance, mostly they look at me like I’m an imbecile. I guess I´m just old fashioned. And speaking of old fashioned…

Elvis Presley - You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Happy Easter. Have a blast.