h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

thu25- sun28 november
Thursday night children to bed, some dishes
Rain I'll take the car
Driving, off to Het Kasteel ( nearly )
Bit early wrong door, Ten-Forward should be at ground level.
Next door looks better, one of these heavy doors in the end of a neon lit hallway. Feels damp and chilly like a fallout shelter. Nope, no known faces at the bar jet.

Hmm, am I at the right day? All of the public seems teens, Ah, there come some known faces. If I'm right that is Freggel whom I spoke with last year, and as far as known doesn't have a computer. And ... still have not really hears the name, with rammstein on his shirt.

Well, they managed to sit next on the corner of the bar. You know lurking is what I do most of the time. They did a great impression of some kind of ican thread. . . now lets make it the most recent ican conversations, the topic drift would not suit ican. This also suggested the music wasn't as loud as last year. Some later Shazz Towel master and . . . came in. I can't leave the impression most of them see eachother each other week. Way after closing time I broke up, the rest remained. Frozen window panes after a foggy day.

Friday feeled like a heavy day, hard to get on my way Redfishy nearly insists on taking the car drizzling rain the whole day. Meilof, a band, new drummer, nice vocals, loud. Most lyrics about heights of his love life, the sea, saying goodbye until tomorrow. Halfway one of the songs the lead guitar / singer looses a wire for a short reconnection break. The drummer tries hard to keep the rhytme, all eight on the floor help clapping. The singer excuses for it also to both he doesn't know by name.

During the last beats of the last tip TowelMaster Shazz and Marjin come in. Hmm, this is a house party? My ears appreciate it much better then the band. Finally ReddyFreddy and LuckyStar drop in. They both look as if they've walked from Schiphol. Introducing (seal) Zeehond with the urgent request by 2legs to all join the London meet, which nobody seems to trigger. After a drink our foreign guests decide to go to the hotel, tomorrow is another day. We decide to pay a visit to a local pool cafe.

Just next to the swimming pool. With only one interested in playing on a table we take a couch, it does not even start running in the fields. Nothing to chase, nothing to lose, well we also go.

Leiden had market, a castle and Zwarte Pieten each step. Well I was not with them anyways. After wrapping some SinterKlaas s I step on my bicycle to Kwatro. Unlike the pub next to the pool, or Het Kasteel I have seen this pub quite often as it is on the route to downtown Alphen.

When I arrive the band is already playing and from the entrance it looks as if the public is concentrated on the rear- side of the cafe. On closer observation the public is sitting while leaving some space for the rare dancers. (these words keep confusing me) As soon as the band drop their instuments Shazz takes over behind the slides. TowelMaster makes a small fortune out of his yearly quotum of gambling money and throws it back in again. Already quite early the cabs are ordered to make sure ReddyFreddy, LuckyStar and what later TowelMaster and Marjin get to their lodges. Shazz managed to prove Alphen aan den Rijn does have a black hole in the center as a straight line makes a big curve. While I tried to prove my bicycle knows the way by itself as I was busy rolling a shaggy. For some reasons I needed half the road.

Besides how long should a hangover take? I hardly ever drink and I think there was just one beer maling arguments with the others as it returned the next day. And today my stomach still was not normal.

LuckyStar reported sunday afternoon to have arrived in time for her poetry reading in Luxembourg.