His place
July 19, 2008Bestest best friend Renate and her boyfriend Bart spent the evening at my place, watching some films, some TV, you know. At the end of the evening, I dropped them off at Alkmaar North station.
Good, I say to the happy couple, next time, we’ll meet up at your place.
Before the words even left my mouth, I hear a sound of a suddenly braking car inside my head. Bart starts running, and hides behind a wall. Renate starts laughing.
I look at her, I try to correct myself. I mean his place… HIS place, damnit…
Sometimes, my mind is WAY ahead of things.
