Day 034: Team Waregem - like a dream

Bonasera gente,

yes, i'm still in Sicily, still got the job,still alive - thanks to my new Pirelli tires - and still kicking.
Today i was presented to a new collegue who'll work with Thomas Cook Belgium for the rest of the season. And you are not going to believe this: He lived all his life - as a child - 3 blocks away form me. His name is Bram, he was born and raised in Waregem City, neighbourhood Gaverke. Now ain't the world a small place????
Anyhow, i get to speak to someone here in my own - horrendously harsh - local slang.. A gift from the gods!

He's younger, but has got more experience in represent-land than i do. He's worked in spanish destinations, Tenerife and Benidorm. Has the same kind of cynic humor, makes much noice and likes to hang out.
A real party man... The gods are really to good for me.

I promise you: lots of pics met scheve smoeletrekkerij, funny stories and crazy adventures of the new gang in town: TEAM WAREGEM.... I allready told him i brought Jupilers (=beer) from home, you should of seen his face. Auf deutch sagt man: eine aha erleebnis

Links io, rechts Bram, over de 2 lama's in het midden later meer....
eerst eten... A dopò

First party pics online

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Lode Bye Bye Party

The Party,

start of the real countdown to take off..

For those who came:

you made my day!

For those who didn't:

start regretting it now!

According to the returned flyers - they valued 1 free beer - i had about 45 to 50 people. That makes me veel te populair for 1 Lode, no?

I really had a splendid time. twa bère!

Special thanks to Class and Seba, ze deejees, Kobe, the designer, and Stijn, mr Lalaland.

And than, the story of what happend after.

I have to admit that from around 5.30am, when the remaining crowd moved to the lovely litlle club Decadance, there still is a rather blank hole in my memorie untill 7.30am. I do remember that at 7.25am my legs said "go home, boy" and that's what i did. As always, i donate my 50cents to the friendly doormen, but this time some litlle person - furtheron called "de smurf"- was standing between my and the exit. As the broad daylight was dragging my out, i very gently pushed de smurf aside to step through that door, into the light. After gasping some fresh air, i spotted my friend Arthur across the street and went for a chat. Suddenly de smurf popped up right in front of me, way to close to be nice, and before i realised, he planted his litlle fist in my face.

Nen djoef op min muile.

That's when i woke up that day. 'k was ineens terug wakker, niewaar ;o)

And what happend next? Did a thank him with my famous left hook?

Noooooo, he went on and Arthur drove me home.. Peace!

Next post: me dressed up as a Jetair host!

Volgende post: ik in mijn uniformke = lachen!