Yeah… “Bar”
The place where the night was supposed to start turned into the place we happened to end.

A sudden buzz shook my phone in the middle of a calm Thursday afternoon; as a clear sign for possible, yet unexpected pleasures.
Luckily that was exactly the case, it turned out to be invitation from a kind female fellow whom I have known for no more than 24 hours.
“Hey, we are going out tonight, wanna join?”
The lack of social life called for immediate decision, so I quickly dropped my long-time-favorite dish -which was at the time bread with peanut butter(Avagy: Brot met pindákász*)- and sent an enthusiastic “Of course”, as a sign of my excitement to finally meet new people.

Little did I know, that a seemingly regular Thursday night has it’s own “possibilities”

“We’ll be at *this* alley at 8, see ya there”
Nothing is wrong with a text like this, unless you come from an Eastern country like mine, where the meetups in such places have a 65% chance of setting you free from the burden of carrying organs inside your body.
Livers are expensive for a reason, after all, it’s not easy to find fools who fall for these.
But who cares about trifling stuff like living when an opportunity to get new friends is within our grasp?
Furthermore, the thought of being harvested has it’s own advantages, which might not easily appear to the naked eye, yet a person with a warm heart knows: A rich person with kidneys like these could sustain for up to a decade, thus our death wouldn’t be completely superfluous.
I call that a win-win.

Get dressed, not stressed

After carefully choosing my outfit; so it would be appropriate for both a night-out and a funeral, I was ready to offer my life to the element of chance.

The very next thing that happens after taking the last turn in the shady alley is two cute-little expat greeting me with a bright smile on their face, instead of a needle in my body.
Utterly disappointing, I know.

Along the warm introduction, they immediately offered to invite me to a bar, where you can: Have fun without consequences regarding the next day.
It’s not Friday, after all.
Sounds fair & right, isn’t it?
Well, there was no bar, nor any liquid to dissolve hinders; and the truth is my memories are just as foggy as the place where we spent the night, and though the clouds of smoke are no excuse for the lack of detail, they still perfectly induce you to figure out how a usual weekday night looks in Holland.
Also my mom figured out how to translate pages without the ability to speak the language, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut, before I cause an unnecessary shock to my beloved Family-
Thank you for sticking with me for this episode of “Good decisions executed horribly”
See you next time & Farewell,
Erik

09.02.2019 – Day 19

P.S. – I swear I’m gonna catch up with the events in writing, so grab some popcorn, watch a few movies and press F5 from time to time, because shit is gonna get real, and that we have yet to discuss.