Gamiila (gamiila) wrote,
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Bloody railways. I just spent two hours on a journey that should have taken no more than 45 minutes, getting from Amsterdam back to The Hague. It's been like this all week, ever since a derailment just outside Amsterdam Central Station last Monday, but they assured us this morning that everything was fine and normal service would be resumed. Right. It's thrown my whole schedule in disarray.

Still, I had a lovely day. Despite the weather, the chaos on the railways and the binmen strike, Amsterdam was buzzing and thronging with tourists and daytrippers, because of Sail, a 5-yearly event in which tall ships from all over the world moor off there and people come from far and wide to gawp at the dazzling array of sailing vessels -- it really is a lovely sight. Not that I saw much of it, as I was having a lunch that basically lasted all afternoon with 15 of my friends and acquaintances in honour of one of our number's birthday. The wine flowed copiously (I stopped counting after my 6th glass of champagne) and the food the Moroccan caterers had prepared just kept on coming, so now I'm full and not a little tipsy, and I feel ready to take on the world. If only I can hang onto that feeling all through the weekend and Monday, when I have my assessment.

I had planned to hit the books tonight in preparation for it, but it looks like I'm going to have to postpone the swotting session till tomorrow. I'm incredibly nervous, and have been all week, but right now I feel rosy and relaxed, and I think I may pass out soon. By which I mean, fall asleep. Drink always has that effect on me, it tends to make me incredibly drowsy, as well as dull, and so I think I'll leave today's entry at this.

And did I really seriously and solemnly promise to accompany one of my friends on a trip to Japan soon, or was that just an alcohol-induced hallucination?
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