Thursday night fever
It is always good to have an excuse to do something out of the ordinary once in a while. I had my perfect excuse this time, and what is even better I had a partner in crime as well. But let me tell you all about it.
We had received, with large notice, an invitation to join a colleague's gig. I had not thought much of it for several weeks till a plan started to form in my mind.
If you are not familiar with Eindhoven I should tell you that the town offers excellent places to hang out targeted to an audience between 16 and 25. They are all concentrated in one single street, Stratumsheind. Very handy!
If you are a well dressed woman in the forties you generally have nowhere to go for bar like entertainment. And that was true also for me so much that I had not hit the Eindhoven scene in more than 10 years, being clearly not target group.
The gig of my colleague was in one of these Stratumsheind cafes and one question came to my mind, what if I have still got "it"? "It" being that specific charm that attracts men in a bar. Reality kicked in straight away, one cannot still have it if they actually never got it (it is even grammatically incorrect). I still decided to go to the gig and be what I often am in these circumstances, an active wallflower. One of my well dressed girlfriends in the forties agreed to join (maybe with similar motives as mine) and off we went (leaving the husband at home with the real fever).
A mixed bag of different colleagues also joined, creating and colorful and variously assorted group, to say it with Forrest Gump, really a box of chocolate (you never know what you are going to get).
My girlfriend and I were first so we decided to fashionably sit at the bar. Nice try but not quite as impacting as you would expect in the movies, so much that when the others randomly came in I had to wave and shout to be noticed (I told you I never had it!).
The music was lively and varied and even offered some opportunity for dancing, yes even in my forties I still love dancing.
Not everybody knew everybody in the group so the group dynamic was very nice to observe especially how everyone did his/her best to show his/her bar self.
After a considerable number of Coca Cola's, not too early, not too late I decided that it was time to close this above average interesting evening and go home.
The colleague that left with me had the 21st century chivalry to state that I would certainly safely make it on my own to the car, to which I promptly replied that yes.....I can definitely make it on my own!
We had received, with large notice, an invitation to join a colleague's gig. I had not thought much of it for several weeks till a plan started to form in my mind.
If you are not familiar with Eindhoven I should tell you that the town offers excellent places to hang out targeted to an audience between 16 and 25. They are all concentrated in one single street, Stratumsheind. Very handy!
If you are a well dressed woman in the forties you generally have nowhere to go for bar like entertainment. And that was true also for me so much that I had not hit the Eindhoven scene in more than 10 years, being clearly not target group.
The gig of my colleague was in one of these Stratumsheind cafes and one question came to my mind, what if I have still got "it"? "It" being that specific charm that attracts men in a bar. Reality kicked in straight away, one cannot still have it if they actually never got it (it is even grammatically incorrect). I still decided to go to the gig and be what I often am in these circumstances, an active wallflower. One of my well dressed girlfriends in the forties agreed to join (maybe with similar motives as mine) and off we went (leaving the husband at home with the real fever).
A mixed bag of different colleagues also joined, creating and colorful and variously assorted group, to say it with Forrest Gump, really a box of chocolate (you never know what you are going to get).
My girlfriend and I were first so we decided to fashionably sit at the bar. Nice try but not quite as impacting as you would expect in the movies, so much that when the others randomly came in I had to wave and shout to be noticed (I told you I never had it!).
The music was lively and varied and even offered some opportunity for dancing, yes even in my forties I still love dancing.
Not everybody knew everybody in the group so the group dynamic was very nice to observe especially how everyone did his/her best to show his/her bar self.
After a considerable number of Coca Cola's, not too early, not too late I decided that it was time to close this above average interesting evening and go home.
The colleague that left with me had the 21st century chivalry to state that I would certainly safely make it on my own to the car, to which I promptly replied that yes.....I can definitely make it on my own!
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