For ages me and my friends have been taking part in the "VRiSBI bierloop", a sponsored pubcrawl that usually gets loads of people you vaguely know together in a pub and lets them stumble around drunkenly, through Rotterdam, wielding porcelain beer-mugs. Some of your uni-lecturers will be there as well (usually at least as drunk as you are), in every pub you'll meet people wielding the same mugs and and the next morning you'll wake up with a massive hangover and a porcelain mug to add to the collection (I've now got 6 or 7). After the clouds of the hangover pull up, you have to call all your friends to check whether everybody came back home safely, whether some things really happened, and usually also to check whether your team actually finished or not.

Many drunken stories start with:"Well, it was bierloop-time and..." and for ages this event was deemed to be un-fuckup-able for the organisation. You get loads of people together, you give them beer and everybody will have a good time no matter how badly you fuck up.

For some reason this year I was not going to take part, Lorraine had pissed off to a far, far away place where she'd probably be sitting in her living-room, clutching a half empty bottle of Vodka, retelling bierloop-tales, Nicktor was in Italy trying to impress friends with stories about the epic event he was missing, Ellen is in Dublin and McR decided that basketball was more important than beer.

Decided to pop by myself just to chat with drunk people, as I had decided that I had become old, responsible and that I'd finally act my age. (Actually this plan had been devised by Remco, who appears to be a lot better in responsible thinking than I am) Showed up an hour after the event was supposed to start and noticed that an essential element to the bierloop was missing, where were the people? The second Adriaan walked in, we decided against Remco's orders (something to do with him not wanting to appear hungover on his second day at his new job) that we just had to take part (mainly because there was nobody to talk with). Entered us (and Remco), got shouted at by Remco (for entering him) and promised that we'd only stop at the official bierloop bars.

Sadly something else was different (in the old days everything used to be better), where in the early days, bars used to be within crawling distance of eachother, there now was a pretty hefty hike between the two ones furthest apart, so we had to compensate for that by adding some extra bars. Also for some reason managed to pose as a first year student and almost became a member of RSG. At the end of the night apparently only 10 teams (that's 30 people) showed up, no first-year students at all, no uni-lecturers. And still we had fun, I fear. Note to the organisers:"Next year don't forget to bring in the people"