Wim turned 50

Wim turned fifty last April, but this past Sunday we celebrated. He threw a very nice party in the “Huis met de Hoofden” (the house with the heads) here in Amsterdam. Some of Nick’s collegues came over especially, as did a few American guests. We (i.e. Jan) organised a chorus for Wim, and we sang four songs to celebrate Wim’s many qualities. I guess you had to be there.

But it was a very successful party, and I (like to) think that Wim had a good time. So now it’s on to the next 50th birthday. I think it’s Kees’ turn…

Getting ready for Queensday

Tomorrow is Queensday, our national holiday. Traditionally, all our friends come over to the “Jonathan” for dinner, after the music stops outside the Amstel Taveerne.
5 kg Pasta, 6 liters peeled tomatoes, 10 liters tomato sauce...

A 5 kilogram bag of pasta, 2 tins of peeled tomatoes of 2.5 liters each, a 2.5 liter can of corn, 10 liters of tomato sauce… We’re getting ready for Queensday allright!

Fur

Timon with bearOn the occasion of the second Fur Ball in Amsterdam:

If I were a bear,
  And a big bear too,
I shouldn’t much care
  If it froze or snew,
I shouldn’t mind
  If it Snowed or friz –
I’d be all fur-lined
  With a coat like his!
For I’d have fur boots and a brown fur wrap
And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap
I’d have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws
And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws
With a big brown furry-down up to my head
I’d sleep all the winter in a big fur bed.
A.A. Milne
English Writer

5 Jecke in Kölle

Last weekend was carneval, or as they say in Cologne: Fasteleer. We were there, as every year, and it was fun, as every year. But it wasn’t as busy as other years: maybe because of the time of year, too soon after Christmas, or maybe because so many people have the flu.
Our little bunch was one short: Henk was ill in bed, in Amsterdam, with a bad flu. While we (Frits, Niels, Thomas, Jan en Timon) were in Cologne, with a spare costume…
After a lot of phoning and asking around, we found Mario who didn’t mind helping us out. The problem was that we needed to be six, as we had costumes in the six colours of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. And Mario had to ‘fill in’ the yellow costume.
And even though we got a lot of compliments, we didn’t win any prizes – but then we’re used to that.
The costume ball of the Rosa Funken was as busy as ever, but a large part were ‘curious’ rather than ‘gay’: people who had heard that the Rosa Funken Ball was always such fun, and who had come to see what is was about. What they didn’t get, was that the idea is to come in an inventive, and possibly outreagous, costume. Something off-the-peg from the Kaufhof or Karstadt simply doesn’t cut it for this crowd. So we were not too impressed with the costumes.
But there were some good costumes: Josephine and GeraldineDaphne were great, we loved Audrey Hepburn: but they (like us) were not appropriate to the theme, which was ‘Pirates of the Seven Seas’, and so did not get to the stage, let alone a prize.
I’m just hoping that next year it’ll be more of a ‘Gay Ball’.
Rainbow Flamenca
See more pictures here: carneval 2005

Christmas 2004

(Pink) Christmas bells...After celebrating Christmas Day with the relatives (my mother, Jan’s mother, Jan’s brother and sister with their respective children), we celebrated our ‘family’ Christmas on Dec. 26 (what we Dutch refer to as ‘second Christmas Day) with 22 friends. So there were 24 of us in all for dinner. Each course (there were seven) was prepared, served, cleared and the dishes done by one group: that way everybody did their share, without burdening anyone with the complete dinner.
It was fun, as always, but a few people had to work again the next day. So it was not as exuberant as last year’s ‘Scottish’ Christmas.

Jan’s birthday

The birthdayboys
Today Jan celebrates his 44th birthday. The party was last night, and it continued until 3:30 am. Because it was Henk’s birthday two weeks ago, and we were all in Cologne for bear-weekend, the party was also for him. Together they had invited about 30 people, and most came. It was a great evening, just talking and having fun.
Jan got a lot of presents, and donations for a new sewing machine (you need the right tools for the job, after all). Henk also received quite a lot of presents, so they were well pleased.

Today we are a bit tired and the worse for wear. We had some other friends over fot coffee this morning, but other than that it was nice and quiet today. This evening we’re going to the Shako for what will be the last meeting of the Netherbears, as the Shako will close on January 1st. So the Netherbears will have to start looking for another place to have a regular bear-afternoon.

Augenweide

The title for this post, Augenweide, is German for a “A joy to behold”. (Actually, the literal Dutch translation is “A lust for your eyes” – which may be more appropriate). In any case, it was the word that came to mind as I sat in ‘Gloria’ looking at several hundred handsome men, some dancing, some just socialising. ‘Gloria’ is the name of the venue of the annual “Butch and Bear Disco”, which is part of the Bear weekend in Cologne. The weekend was over before we knew it, and was – as ever – a lot of fun.

Having come to the Bear weekend in Cologne for the past 7 years, I’ve seen it grow from a relatively small event to what is now probably the major bear-event in Europe. And it seems there are more nationalities each year.

We arrived in Cologne on Friday afternoon, on a slightly delayed train. “We” in this case means the Amsterdam contingent: Wim, Nick, Frits, Niels, Frank, Mark,Cees, Jan and myself. After we dropped our stuff at our respective hotels, we wandered around town, showing Cees some of the sights including, but not limited to the Humana thrift shop. Dinner was at Taormina (we like our traditions to be – well, traditional) with Frits, Niels, David and Charles, Thomas, Jan and myself. After that, it was off to the disco at ‘Gloria’. And as I said before, it was a great view: all these handsome men, just being friendly – it was great. I stayed till 2:30, and then decided it was time for bed. Jan doesn’t dance (only waltzes), so he went home early.

Next day we were up bright and early – 9:30 actually, but on an occasion such as this, that is bright and early – so we had time to do some shopping. Actually it was more a matter of browsing, because I don’t think we actually bought anything. And after all that walking about, Cees and I went to unwind at the sauna. Jan wasn’t feeling very well, so he cried off and went back to the hotel for a lie-down.

That evening, Saturday, we went to the “Bärennacht”, which is when Mr. Bear germany gets chosen. It’s amazing to see the performances the candidates put on. What they lack in talent, they certainly make up for in enthousiasm. And it does take some guts to get on stage in front of 1500 men watching! In the end somebody won, and I’m sure he’ll be a worthy Mr. Bear. But the real star of the evening is the “Moderator”, or compere of the evening. He comments on everything and just keeps the show bouncing along merrily. I’m just sorry for those in the audience that don’t speak German: they lost out on a lot.

After the show was over, everybody mingled, and I chatted with several friends, both from Germany and elsewehere, as did mostly everyone. Then at 1:30 it was time to get back. The organisation of this event lays on special shuttle buses to take you back to the city centre after the show is over, and the sign on the bus is actually “Bär Express”.

So after a couple more beers in Cox, and chatting to Doug and David from Arlington, it was time to head for bed and get some sleep. Then next morning – after a last coffee at “Quo Vadis” – we left for Amsterdam. I felt a little sad that it was over again for another year, but very happy with the memories of a fun weekend cathing up with old friends – and meeting new ones.

So what’s up next weekend?