My sister, struggling to appreciate my state of drunkenness

After yesterday's knackering travel, I slept until the afternoon and spent time at my mother's house. I used Skype to call Lottie too, luckily just before her dad arrived to make her weekend miserable. It was great to hear her voice again, while looking at an old picture of hers that still functions as the desktop image on the old computer. I made a fuss of the cats Spoekie and Creon, had dinner with my mum and near 9 went out for the night. The bus into town came at 9:04 promptly - I'm still getting used to buses being so bloody punctual here. My sister Marjo arrived on a train from Amsterdam at half nine, so I picked her up there. We then walked to LUX, the arthouse cinema, but the few films showing after ten weren't interesting enough - so went to nearby pub Café de Foyer instead. We chatted and I drank Rochefort Tripel. Just three were enough to seriously do my head in. Near 2am we walked to her apartment and I walked on 'home' after that. It wasn't as boring or as simple as that - it included drunken staggering, rude language and a lot more that I caught on my camera. This one picture of my sister will have to do though, as the rest is far too daft to post on Youtube.

Then today, Friday, I again slept until the afternoon (but I only came home near 5, so that's fine). It's 8pm now but I'm still recovering from the Rochefort. Bloody hell.. My next update will be when I surprise my dad this Saturday - he still has no idea I'm in The Netherlands!