For some reason Lorraine decided to call for a "guys night out" on a schoolnight. Now my mum used to teach me that going out on schoolnights was a bad idea. And now schoolnights are a euphemism for:"The nights before you get up at 6:30 am, drag yourself to your car and drive to work", they're probably even less of a good idea. And then I haven't even mentioned that guys night out usually take place in a Belgian beer pub in Dordrecht, which is a 45 minute bike-ride away from my parents' place and probably an hour and a half from my own place (sober, that is). Oh and I have quite the liking for the stronger Belgian beers.

But seeing as Lorraine was bringing in her new boyfriend for a thorough inspection, I just had to be there just to decide whether this Richard guy deserved my seal of approval. Decided to sleep over at parents' place, asked my colleague if he could take the early shift and got all set for this guys night out. (Which meant finding my porn playing cards and poker-chips)

Biked to Dordrecht, drank beer, played silly games (as usual) and found out that old people probably aren't as scary as I supposed they'd be. Rolled into bed around 2-ish.