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November 16, 2004

Bridget's Scary Knickers and Freaky Friday...

From Michelle, the disaster area...

Well, I had a bit of an eventful weekend. When I say eventful, I don't mean it in a crazy, wacky, go-to-fun-parties kind of way. I mean in a why-do-these-things-always-happen-to-me kind of way.

First disaster of the weekend: On Friday, I dropped the iron in rather a dramatic way. It smashed to smithereens and blew out half of the apartment's electrics, naturally, because when I am clumsy I do not do it by halves...

Now the electric cupboard is situated just outside the front door of the apartment, so all I had to do was to open it and replace the blown fuse. I can do this, I thought to myself. I have the technology--at least, I have the fuses! Unfortunately, it was at that point that I discovered that we hadn't got a key to access the electric cupboard...

Why do these things always happen on Friday afternoons when everything and everyone is winding down for the weekend? I envisaged a weekend without power in the kitchen (therefore no cooking, which is good), and a weekend without a refrigerator and freezer (therefore all the food in the refrigerator and freezer would go bad, which is not so good). One desperate phone call to the very nice real estate agent, one visit by the very nice locksmith, and bingo! The very nice locksmith also changed the fuse for me!

Second disaster of the weekend: I went to see the new Bridget Jones movie early Sunday evening, so, of course, the police were called and the movie got cancelled. It's absolutely true! This is what happened...

I purchased my ticket, bought my concessions and settled myself in the very nice comfy theater chair. Now, the Dutch as a race are very tall, so there is plenty of legroom in Dutch movie theatres.

The lights go down, people stop chatting and lapse into a silent, expectant hush...and then about 30-40 youths between the ages of about 12 and 16 decided to run up and down the aisles, shout and curse a lot, and generally make it impossible for anyone to hear the movie.

So after the management tried to remove them (they really did try but all they got was a string of abuse), the movie got stopped and the police were called.

The manager was so nice and very apologetic, and we all got our money back--but I still haven't seen Bridget's scary knickers...

Michelle, who plans another trip to the movies just as soon as she's got over the trauma

Posted by Michelle at 8:44 AM | Comments (1)

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Posted by: Alesia Holliday at November 16, 2004 12:36 PM