8/12/2006 - party's, beauty and Sinterklaas

As it has been all my life, from the moment I turn another year older, the party month starts. My birthday is on the 23th of november.

For years I didn't celebrate my birthday. Why celebrate if I only get older?

But, I like the party's and it's a a good excuse for another party.

Because I am temporary living in Holland I live at my friends house. Her name is Debby. She is also sexy, blond and tall. And she is also a single 30 plus. We are getting along very well.

I celebrated my birthday together with her. Good party with lots of happy people. We ended with the hardcore gang at our house at 5 am.

It was there that Debby tried to solve the hickups by drinking water out of a glass, upside down, with a self made crown (plastic see through cover from a present) on her head.

Debby and me are like twins. Everything has to be done together. Everything needs to be talked about and we always have fun. Actually, we are like a happy couple. Ofcourse its pure platonic (so guys, no more 2 girls thing fantasy).

The laughter starts early in the morning when both of us just got out of bed.

It is the out of bed look that makes us laugh. It is the comments about looking in the mirror and being confronted with a folded and wrinkled face.

Ofcourse after a shower I fold out my face and back is the beauty...

And ofcourse I always talk about my own wrinkled and folded face, not hers. She does that herself.

We try to work on our shape.

Here in Holland we have Sonja Bakker. She is the diet queen.

Very boring food to eat for weeks and weeks and weeks.

Ok, I could do that if I really wanted (ok Debby, maybe I could do it one week).

But, in her book she says you can only drink 1 glass of wine.

1 glass of wine, yes. She is nuts.

And she is not talking about 1 glass of wine a day.

It is one glass of wine per week!

And that is why I am just a little itsy bitsy too fat...

I am returning to no fat country Thailand soon, so there the kilo's will dissapear. And I will look good again in my wetsuit.

Tonight we are gonna celebrate Sinterklaas with some friends. Only girls.

Sinterklaas is Santa Claus, but this one comes out of Spain. Well, originally from Turkey but the kids don't know that. He takes you to Spain if you are naughty (I'd love to go to Spain and have been naughty a lot, but he sais I am too old, the dirty old man).

He doesn't work alone. He's got Zwarte Pieten (Black Peters). In Holland many people want to stop this tradition because the Black Peters are black and help Sinterklaas. Isn't that the same as slavery? But, this year Sinterklaas and his Black Peters are still doing their job.

After the Sinterklaas (wich is for us girls actually just a reason to come together) Debby and me are going to a Champagne party. I LOVE BUBBLES!

More about Jazz's life later