Chips and Dips

The international student meeting day, that I got invited to my first student party. One of the Dutch students had taken pity on us all, and distributed invitation for a party in Oude Delft that night.

Student party I thought. Chips and dips right? Some dirty couches and maybe some free beer if I'm lucky. Well, why not. Like good little students we all trooped into Delft at 10:00, and met in front of the Niewe Kirk.

There was an icy cold breeze, picking up extra oomph in the open marktplace, and I foolishly was wearing a skirt.I had shaved my legs that day too, so I didn't even have any natural insulation. Me and my spaniards shivered for about ten minutes until we were joined by a few more spaniards, and then trooped through delfts canal-infested centre until we reached the house.

So I walked in the front door and was immediately assailed by a jester, who took my coat and hung it in the coat room for me. Next I passed a booth, where five euros buys you a strip of seven tokens - two tokens for a drink. Then I entered a seething mass of humanity.

The house is one of the larger 'student houses' in Delft; where a bunch of poor students have banded together to live in such crowded conditions that they can in fact afford a large house in the centre of delft. And like good students, they had converted the bottom half of the house into a night club. The walls were painted, there were disco lights, there was a live rock band in the back room. There was drunk people, and a chinese theme. It was everything a good party should be. The people were many and the servings of wine were generous. The room was hot, and even hotter when the next door neighbour came in and shut all the windows.

At 3:30 I called my tame taxi driver, steven, who for a mere 11 euros transported me home to my airbed, which I collapsed on so forcefully I'm surprised it didn't pop.