erasmus welcome party

the event of the month. I can't even remember the last time I was out dancing. in poland I danced, but that doesn't really count. was it at my farewell party at oliver's in april?

anyway, I was really looking forward to the party. harald invited his friends over for dinner and so he had to cancel his coming. I knew elif would be great company and as she's not an erasmus student, I invited her myself. as I also wanted to talk to her (hadn't seen her since the beginning of september), I told her to meet me at kunsthalle. that's also what I told miet. somehow they didn't get it. to me it was obvious to meet in a bar prior to the party in order to have a drink or two and talk a bit, but as it turned out, I was alone with this idea.

me, nele, miet and susanne

as we were told to be on time at the palais eschenbach, where the party took place, I suggested to meet at half past seven. we did meet, but the others (miet, nele, elif) thought I wanted to go right away to the party: 90 minutes before it started! miet and nele seemed to be shocked as I tried in vain to get us a table in the kunsthalle. so we headed for the party location. arriving there still an hour too early, I suggested to go to a bar, any bar, close by. after some discussion we ended up in a karaoke bar next door, where I found out the reason for the earlier misunderstanding: nele doesn't drink any alcohol at all and miet little. elif was right on track and ordered a vodka orange.

elif, anna and me

at nine my very first friend here, polish karolina turned out to the karaoke bar and we decided to go to the party. although we were only 15 minutes late, there was already a queue, but luckily it took us only about 10 minutes to get in. at the entrance we meet susanne.

arriving to the party rooms, elif and me headed right away for the bar. the belgians seemed worried. miet told me shaking her head that I should be careful, otherwise I might get drunk. I've had mostly converse experiences with belgians, thanks to maarten, michael and andy. after one more drink it was time for elif and me to hit the dancefloor.

the dj was surprisingly good. he played all kinds of songs and because the rhythm kept changing all the time, it was a real joy to dance. later on a good friend of elif, judith from germany, joined us and we spent the rest of the evening together.


I suppose that all the exchange students were there. at least I met everyone I know, apart from my buddy samara, who stayed at home sick. at two I took the nightbus back home. the guests were already gone and harald asleep.