These are the last three cities I've been dancing in.
Shanghai we know. San Diego we know. Heeg? Or Heecht?
Well, last night we went to the very local, the only local dance club in this small town in Friesland, a northern province in the Netherlands. We're here for a few days, supposed to be enjoying the beautiful Dutch summer. However, the sun today is no where to be seen.
So since the days are dark, we thought we might as well stay out late ... dancing of course, and make the most of the nights.
Heeg is a very small Fries town, alongside a canal. Very picturesque. During the day families, kids, sailing clubs come with their boats and moor them alongside the canal and go to one of the many terraces for drinks and lunch.
At night, I guess, since there is not much to do, everyone goes to the local bars and eventually rolls into the only nightclub in town. We're there with them. The latest techno music is pumping, we're drinking the very strong local drink called Beerenburgh and around us ... only teenagers. Literally! Robin was three times the age than most people in there. And me, twice the age and some more.
Arlette, my sister-in-law, while dancing wildly was simultaneously preoccupied that someone would come up to her and say 'aren't you Bas' mother?' Bas being her 17 year old son.
That was our competition!
We were like museum pieces to these kids, who left us alone in our little corner of the dance floor, observing us in amusement and full of wonder. Look at them move, they must have been thinking.
The final thing that gave us away is when the Jagerrmeister team came by offering free shooters. Everyone else took them. But us.
And that's when I realized, you know you're getting older when you decline a free drink. I know I never used to!
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