Risk, II
March 28, 2008The Groningen weekend has already settled itself firmly into my long-term memory. Synapses have been firing for so long now, that permanent paths have been created between them, and have been strengthened. It has found its place next to Antwerp and La Roche.
Gemma has put her photos of Groningen online. This is a selection (the entire album itself is locked for you outsiders, you see).
Gemma wins a round of Yahtzee. Somehow, this photo turns a big smile on my face.
Sarieke and Nadia. These are what I call manipulation-smiles. When you, as a girl, want something done from me, just smile like this. I’ll do anything.
Sarieke, me, and Nadia, walking towards the Thom Martini Tower. Yes, I’m balding badly, and no, I don’t give a rat’s ass.
Nadia, Marco, and Martin, atop the Martini Tower. I was downstairs, ready to puke my brains out. This was during ‘the morning after’, you see.
This is Lot, crawling through the narrow access into the living quarters of the boat. It’s a miracle no one got hurt.
To quote The Goo Goo Dolls, god it’s good to be alive.
