Fun

Apparently time flies when you're having fun. And if that's the case then ever since coming back from my roadtrip, fun I must have had. In the space of two weeks I saw girlfriend finish uni and get herself a proper job, I somehow managed to hit the Utrecht night-life dressed as a gnome and I managed to get away with giving girlfriend a voucher worth "once castration" for our 3 year anniversary. Oh and yes, I've still got both balls, thanks for asking.

There probably isn't too much to say about girlfriend getting her uni-degree, I fear that I didn't have too much to do with that one besides sit, applaud and give a present at the appropriate time (well, actually a couple of days late but let's forget about that). The same thing with the job-interview, girlfriend did three of them for the one job she really wanted and I basically just kept my fingers crossed that we wouldn't end up being a single income household for the next decade (I heard they never have the money to buy gadgets )

As for the gnome-thing, Ingrid threw a p-party at her place because Karen and some other foreigners were visiting. For the occasion, I decided to dress up as a gnome. Not that the Dutch word for gnome 'kabouter' starts with a g but we've got quite the tradition of gnomes starting with the letter 'p' in .nl. For the foreigners that are interested, there's 'piggelmee', 'pinkeltje', 'paulus' and ofcourse Plop.

The party turned out to be a big success, as did the gnome outfit... until somebody decided that we should all hit the streets and go clubbing, that is. Well... actually, that was a big success as well. If I had known how popular gnomes are with girls, I would have taken to dressing as a gnome for clubbing 15 years earlier. Apparently if they're up for it gnomes really do get all the action. After passing out in Ingrid's bedroom and waking up still dressed as a gnome, the Sunday was spent recovering.

And then last Tuesday girlfriend and I celebrated our third anniversary (eek!) after which on Wednesday it was girlfriend's birthday. For some reason I decided to swap the presents so that they wouldn't make sense to girlfriend anymore, due to which she received a voucher worth '1 castration' for our anniversary. Because of this girlfriend decided that her birthday present would be so horrible that she'd want to castrate me.

After getting her birthday present (a food bowl for the cat that somewhere in the next couple of weeks should be entering our place), she replied:"But this is a really nice gift, why would I want to castrate you for this??" After that I told girlfriend that I was hoping she'd be using the castration on our new kitten. There's still fear that she'll decide to use it against me somewhere in the next couple of months though.