Like many people all over Holland I woke-up after Koninginnedag (Queens Day) with a hangover. Not a full on 'living dead' hangover but the kind of hangover that lets the vicitm know a good time was had and now it is time to just lay on the sofa and relax because that’s all the they are capable of doing.
This year I realized something strange about Koninginnedag that I really like; the freedom that comes with a plastic cup. This might sound like a very strange statement but on Koninginnedag it is easy to just buy a plastic cup of beer, pick a direction, go for a stroll and see what can be found. Before the beer has ran out there is always another beer tent and live performance in sight. There is no need to make plans.
So I spent this Koninginnedag walking around Haarlem with a group of friends seeing what we could find. We spent a while looking through the open market for the most useless junk on sale, watched some of the strange performances around town (including the camp older gentlemen who was miming to music in the middle of the road), bumped into old friends and slowly got more drunk with each beer tent pit stop.
It did not take us too long to get fairly drunk. By the end of the night we were jokingly discussing why my flat mate’s brother thinks I’m a soulless day-walker, trying to flick peanuts into each others drinks and attempting to start Dance Offs in the street. Plus I started running around town wearing a pair of green Shrek ears. If only they had been orange I would have fitted in better.
Yes… we drank a lot.
This year I realized something strange about Koninginnedag that I really like; the freedom that comes with a plastic cup. This might sound like a very strange statement but on Koninginnedag it is easy to just buy a plastic cup of beer, pick a direction, go for a stroll and see what can be found. Before the beer has ran out there is always another beer tent and live performance in sight. There is no need to make plans.
So I spent this Koninginnedag walking around Haarlem with a group of friends seeing what we could find. We spent a while looking through the open market for the most useless junk on sale, watched some of the strange performances around town (including the camp older gentlemen who was miming to music in the middle of the road), bumped into old friends and slowly got more drunk with each beer tent pit stop.
It did not take us too long to get fairly drunk. By the end of the night we were jokingly discussing why my flat mate’s brother thinks I’m a soulless day-walker, trying to flick peanuts into each others drinks and attempting to start Dance Offs in the street. Plus I started running around town wearing a pair of green Shrek ears. If only they had been orange I would have fitted in better.
Yes… we drank a lot.
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