Butterfly part one

What a strange combo of events for one saturday...

I left Antwerp around noon with my make-up-artist-collegue K-CO (lol) to drive to Nieuwpoort. We were asked to do the make-up at the Miss Coast Belgium-padget.

An hour and a half of Alcazar, Steps and Mariah Carey later (he had some "cool" CD's in the car, I can tell you that), we arrived in Nieuwpoort. If you hear the title "Miss Coast Belgium", you'd expect it to be a Miss Oostende versus Miss Blankenberghe, but no, apparently contestants from all over Belgium could enter. Strange.

Beautypadgetcontestants are all they're told to be. Too skinny, too blond, not of the most intelligent kind and very demanding. Anyway, after 3 hours of non-stop painting faces, We continued our journey back to Antwerp.

As I was going out later that night, I rushed into the appartment, threw donw my suitcase, hopped in the shower, got dressed (I'd just gotten a big load of new clothes & shoes from my shopaholic auntie, so I can say for once I was looking quite fun-kay), gave the BF a kiss and popped out again to catch a bus downtown.

From beautypadgets to Den Aalmoezenier: a cultureshock :-) The bar I used to spend my fridays & saturdays still looked the same, some minor adjustments left aside, and it was a true trip down memory lane. Even the people there were still the same, as I experienced a small encounter of the ex-flirt-kind. Strange to see that he was still exàctly the same, whereas I have been trough quite a lot of change these last 5 years.

The party starded véry slow, where D and I were the only people on the dancefloor, but ended with a nice crowd and a mix of very good and very bad music.

(to be continued)