Farewell Old Pub

I got an email in two days ago through one of those social networking websites that I try so hard to avoid because I don’t feel the need to expose myself in a way like some of my friends do. I’m cautious about certain things and when I notice some of them mix work with pleasure, publish phone numbers, addresses, bank account numbers, job history and what viral diseases they have conquered over the years, it truly makes me wonder if they realise that ignorance ain’t bliss in this case: there are sickos online cruising for this kind of stuff.

Anyway… The email was from my friend B. one of my former Rietveld students. The reason why I mention this is because she told me some disturbing news. My all-time favourite -best Irish pub in Amsterdam- ‘the Tig’ has closed, the place where I would have a meal and meet up with friends. Where I knew some of the regulars, the owner and the manager: both would always say hi and have a chat with me. The pub that was my second home, served the best salads, English breakfast, roasted potato wedges and battered shrimps in town.

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All those little gems that were mine to treasure and share with friends, hidden away from the annoying tourists, the yuppies and the crowds, the spots that make Amsterdam my home, all seem to slowly disappear. B. wrote me: a shame really because it was such a nice place and it always reminded me of you and all the wonderful times we had there… Indeed, good times we had… Farewell my dear old pub, I will always have the wonderful memories of happiness, friends, too many whiskies and trying to cycle home in an intoxicated state.

My birthday at the Tig, one of many happy, fun and hilarious moments there…

Thursday Thoughts

Life is still busy but good lately and I have one of those days today where I feel I have all the energy in the world to get things done that I need to have done. My appointment with the dentist went well, although I still think it’s a bit expensive but I’m not complaining and I don’t really understand the system here; more about that in another post. It’s done and I can smile again without being aware of something that shouldn’t be there. I’ve finished the web portfolio and since I’m a terrible perfectionist I had to do things right. So what I did was: ‘De puntjes op de ‘i’ zetten‘ another Dutch saying that literally translates to ‘Put the dots on the ‘i’…‘ which means, ‘Dot the i’s and cross the t’s‘. I’m happy with the result.

:-)

Last night I went to one of the local pubs where I met up with my Irish neighbour Neil and some of his friends, a couple from Australia, another neighbour and a friend of a friend of Neil. Neil bought a house down the road and moved out of the ground floor apartment two days ago. I ran into him that day when I came back from the dentist and we ended up having coffee and a chat. He invited me to join him and his friends to see someone perform at the pub. I had no idea who it was, nor did Neil and what he told me turned out to be wrong *LOL*. There were a couple of live bands playing at the pub yesterday and the main gig was Peter Case. He seems to be famous and has worked and recorded with famous people like John Hiatt and Ry Cooder.

It was a fun night out but I was surprised that someone like Peter Case would perform at my local pub of all places. I mean there are so many other venues out there, especially in London, where he could earn way more money. I think what he did is brilliant! You see, I didn’t have to pay an entrance fee and he performed for an hour and a half, that is quite rare these days! A gig is at least £30,-… There was a bowl near the door where people could put some money in for the artist, if they enjoyed the evening. You should’ve seen how much was in there! There was a crowd and it was nice to see people of all ages and walks of life… I have respect for artists like him who perform at pubs and don’t have a celeb attitude where it’s all about the money in most cases. And because of that I bought his CD to show my appreciation.

Tonight I’m invited to Neil’s housewarming party so I’ll have another fun night out. He bought a nice little house a bit further down the road, something I can only dream of for now until I have a steady income. One day soon… I’m allowed to have dreams aren’t I? *hehe* Talking about dreams, I got a really sweet email in from one of my readers and she doesn’t realise this because she doesn’t know, but she reminded me of another dream I have *thank you for reminding me!*. I must see the Northern Lights some day and I so envy people who live up north of Norway, Sweden or Finland because they have the opportunity to see this natural phenomenon more often than I do. I could go to Scotland but chances are rare. I think once I’m out of this mess I’m gonna treat myself to go and see this wonder of nature!

© Norbert Rosing, National Geographic

I’m off now: gonna reply to some more emails, build a website for a rock climber in Scotland, leave some comments for neglected fellow bloggers and then shoot off to a party… Am I hyper? Nah…

:P