sat 13 jun 2009 15:07:56 witte de withstraat
another accidental night out
last night i had a ten-car pileup of social accidents. i went out alone, quickly visited donna corbani's new art opening at getto on warmoesstraat, saw m de saint there. then took myself for a steak at de nachtwacht. everybody there was feeling kinda festive because "the toppers" were playing in amsterdam that night. go figure. the newish waitress, julia, came back to double check with me "did you say tournedos or entrecote?" and nadja, pouring my pint already, sternly corrected her: "tournedos rood met een gepofte aardappel!"
after dinner i started walking toward leidseplein. but just as i got to the corner i saw eugene, our romanian flamenco guitarist, riding up on his bike with his instrument strapped to his back. he was going to rembrandtplein (where i'd just been) to meet ianko and play some terraces to make some coins. so i turned around and walked back with him. he told me about his big trouble with his crazy pregnant ex, then showed me some naked pictures of his new swedish girlfriend on his phone.
ianko arrived with liza on the back of his bike. liza our german aspiring folksinger who loves our bulgarians.
eugene was anxious to play for the crowds at the tables and make some money, but liza needed to eat soon or she would faint. so we went back to de nachtwacht and sat outside. liza was treating. the boys went and played while waiting for the meals to arrive.
i was getting bored, then my phone rang, and it was anke, my wicked intelligent dutch friend i haven't seen in ages. she was phoning from the street i live on, where she had been taking a crash course in how to make hats. i told her where i was, and a few minutes later she was sitting with us. we were talking about linguistic things and mental things, and shoes. and i pressed her for possible new talent for mental shoes.
the boys returned, ianko ate his spare ribs. anke was pleased to see ianko again, i think she thinks he's adorable. and just as liza was paying for ianko's dinner, he abandoned her and went to play his bouzouki for the beautiful dutch chicks at the next table. liza said she was going home. i dunno if she was pissed off with him, but i kinda hope so. ianko said he was going to mh to get some cocaine, he would meet us at the cave in a few minutes.
so anke and i walked to the cave on our own. i stayed outside to finish my smoke first. suddenly this beautiful bespectacled polish girl was in my face, hey, good to see me, how was i doing? well i was great thanks, and it was certainly good to see her too, but i hadn't a fucking clue who she was. it turns out she was beata, and her boyfriend brian here was the carpenter i'd been talking to at mulligan's last time. so we sat together. anke's terrifyingly tall boyfriend came. then djox and joana showed up having returned from haarlem.
ianko of course never showed up.
so anyway that was quite a bunch of night out.