Time Machine #3: New Years Eve 2006

'To Den Haag!' we all shouted, as 2 guys & a girl set off on New Years Eve. We got the party started early to keep the car trip interesting, two sitting in the front passenger seat enjoying the effects. What can I say, the driver liked to watch.

Trying to follow hand-drawn maps in cities on the other side of the world can be tricky. Particularly when the streets you are driving on are a warzone. Everywhere you look, people were on the street were lighting firecrackers or bonfires. Our navigation options consisted of choosing the least 'flamey' roads in between ducking for cover in our seats as rockets shot above the car roof. I have never seen such crazyness in 360 degrees before. The city o Den Haag truly belongs to the people that night - zinging lights and ever-present cannon blasts.

12 o'clock struck and the mayhem was in full-flight. We just pulled the car over and cheered, wishing each other the best as our faces were illuminated by the lightshow around us. After asking a few inebriated locals for directions, we found the club and party we had tickets too. Time to rock!

Randoms for the win!

Or so we thought. Upon entering, the club sported all the bizarre decor and neon colours I'd come to expect of psy-parties, but lacked a certain something. Namely, the music was questionable and the weird house-turned-nightclub had some odd-shaped rooms. Who has a dancefloor in a corridor? Hmm. The main stage/bar area was cool though, and when the warm-ups left the decks and the main DJ's came on - it all came together. People, enhancements, music, and pure unadulterated bass. We let fly and shaked that ass for you (come on girl).

In between time we figured it would be fun to go outside in gale force winds, take off our shirts and play with fire-poi. Of course, by some of us, I mean our crazy South African friend. I played with fire poi while Al preferred to rug up with 3 jackets. After dazzling (or scaring) passers by with our skills, our poi-master run onto the road to breathe fire into the air, much to the joy of onlookers. Shame about that whole 'gale-force-wind-blows-fire-backwards' thing. He came with a healthy crop of facial hair and left without it. Hey its the fragrance of the month - Beardsinge, by CK.

All in all, a great time rocking it out in the Netherlands. Had a good NYE? Comeoninandcommentden.