Ants In My Pants

Last Saturday me n my bro went to a semi-new place to go clubbing. Groningen is a pretty awesome place for students, most of the going out places are grouped together so it's easy to get everywhere. The downside however, is that a lot of it consists of pubs. There are plenty that have a dancing-bar combination, but if you really want to get jiggy with it, there's nothing better than a real club. But as far as clubs go, we're rather limited in our choices. There are about three or four places where you can get your groove on, but only one is really suitable for us. The others either have 16 year old kids running around, or are such an alternative, underground theme that they're actually underground.

So when news about a new place arrived, it stirred our interests. But we never really got around to it, until now. This place wasn't exactly a club either, just a building that could be rented out for events, like a gallery or exhibition and at nights of course as a club. Besides that, it would probably also be more like the alternative scene, since they would be playing electro music there. Still, having a monotonous diet dulls the mind, so we finally went there last Saturday. Although it wasn't that crowded yet (apparently it was more of an afterparty, most people showed up at 2 or 3 am), it was definitely clear that this was the most alternative place we've ever been to. People dressed in all kinds of black (gothic black, S&M black, you name it, they've got it). I even saw a couple (two guys, of course) that could give Boy George a run for his money...


That's right, worse than this

















Or this














Or even this













Okay, well maybe not that last one, he looks even creepier than that clown from It in that pic, but you get the idea..

Oh well... Creepy though those people in the club might be, at least they didn't dance like they had ants in their pants:

Chinese People And The Bill

[I know, I would try to keep the blog updated at least weakly, but I already failed... What can I say, it's a busy season. Holiday's a comin! ^_^]

If you have Chinese parents, then you'll probably know what I'm talking about. Every now and then my parents go out to dinner with some friends, and since I'm in the neighbourhood I tag along (what can I say, it's free food). If it's a Chinese restaurant, it's usually very rowdy (a real Chinese restaurant, where Chinese people come. Not the takeaway Chinese where you'll never see a Chinese person eat..). People chatting away at the top of their voice, bursts of laughter, a great mess on the table (who needs table manners if you've got so many delicious food to eat!). But even if it's not a Chinese restaurant, they're still loud.

Nothing, however, gets as loud as the explosion when it's time to pay the bill. When Dutch friends go out to eat, it's pretty easy: you go Dutch. As it says in Wiki, it's pretty easy. Everyone pays for himself or herself (they also have a list of some other Dutch phrases). Chinese however, go on a battle frenzy. Not that they have to fight about who has to pay for it, but rather who gets to pay for it. Eeeeverybody wanna pay the bill. Letting someone else pay is like a deadly insult to honour or something. I've seen people actually fighting over the bill, trying to grab it, the waiter that held it looked as if he were facing two crocodiles fighting over a piece of meat.

This particular time my parents went to dinner with one friend, and thought to outsmart her by paying before they had finished dinner. It was a buffet, and she was just getting some more food. But the friend had already outsmarted them by paying before dinner even started! Outrage on the faces of my parents, I swear they looked as if gambling had been made illegal. Down, but not defeated, they called one of the waitresses which they knew personally, and had her retrieve the money our friend had already given. (The waitress could see the storm clouds already...) Then they paid the bill themselves, and snuck the money half under a plate, so it wouldn't be directly obvious.

When the friend discovered it, my mom had come up with a great story: "Yeah, one of the waitresses came by and just handed the money back, said it was no good!"

-_______-

I'd like to see the day when paying for something and they say, "Sorry, your can't pay here, here's your money back"

In the end the friend gave in, well she was outnumbered 2 to 1, I tried to stay away from all this as much as possible. Arguing about who gets to pay the bill is one of the stupidest thing I've ever seen. If someone wants to let them pay, let them! If they're insincere, then haha! it's your own fault. If they are sincere, however, don't squash their good feeling of picking up the tab by declaring war on it. I can understand arguing for it, if someone pays all the time it's only natural for the other to try to pay for it sometime. But arguments that rival street riots are way exaggerated.

+40 in annoyance intolerance
Gained 1 level in annoyance intolerance!

Bollywood in Groningen!

I finally got those pics I promised last time! You can find the pics and the story on the pics page, and there's of course that totally awesome cool looking preview slide thingie below.

This party's theme was Bollywood, you know, the major movie industry in India (I don't wanna say 'Hollywood rip-off', especially now that I have a reader from India :P, but still.... ^^). This was a pretty hard theme, since I don't usually have a lot of clothes that are India-style.. So, it was a lot of improvisation. The party itself was very cool!







Not as cool as this maybe, but still very fun!











+3 shaking my ass

Niiiice

So we finally got around to see the movie my buddy had anticipated for a long time: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, a.k.a. Borat. We'd been to another sneak peek a couple weeks ago to see whether they would show it, but when we were seated and waiting for the movie, suddenly an usher showed up and announced that they could not show Borat as they had originally planned for this sneak peek (probably legislation rules), but they would show it in advance before the international premier (2 Nov). Instead they showed The Devil Wears Prada, at which there was a collective moan throughout the room by all the guys, and some applause and screams by girls, obviously the guys' girlfriends who couldn't be happier... We decided not to stick around and snuck out to another room to see Snakes on a Plane; a genuine healthy, action-packed, 2nd rated B-movie type, Samuel Jackson starring guy movie. Which was entertaining as B-movies are.


Anywayz, Borat. We went to see it yesterday.

For those of you who don't know him: Borat is a character done by Sacha Baron Cohen, but most people know him better as another of his characters: Ali G. If don't like Ali G, not to worry, Borat is a completely different kind of character. Well, not completely, since it's the same style of comedy as Ali G, but without the annoying little things.

In the movie he sets out to go to America, to learn about it's culture and pick up things to improve his own glorious nation.


So we got in the line at the theather, and at the register we received a surprise: a genuine Borat Seksy Moustache.






I can feel the new sex appeal flowing through my new facial hair already




















It niiiice. Feel really good, I ready for make the sexy-time now!

Of course, in Kazachstan they always more use than one for items. Moustache not only use for moustache, but also other things:




















High Five!