Saturday Night
Girls night out.Cocktails at PP Cafe. Mint daiquiris, so good! (surprised by 2 for 1 offer on cocktails!)
Tapas - seats right at the kitchen. Ordered anything we wanted, watched the chefs bustle around. Highlight of the meal - roasted duck breast with a mint sauce. Mint must be the flava flave of the moment, the darling of the foodie world right now. Like haloumi cheese two years ago, foamed anything last year.
Then on to O'Reilly's. Champagne for a friend's b-day. Dancing, waiting for Lara's ex to show up - sensing a bit of tension in the crowd. None of us know how they will be together - again. Lara looked gorgeous - as usual. The woman can't look un-gorgeous. Pretty skin, sparkling eyes, a wry smile on her lips -ready for a rumble or some mischief. Aussie girl was pulled-together nicely. Bravely ignoring a head cold.
Lara's ex shows up - no fireworks. She ignores him for the most part. On to Celtica en masse. Aggressively stake out a table and chair for coats and group HQ. Aussie Girl locks on an Irish target - surprisingly soon after getting in the door. She's got the instincts. He's a rugby man.
I chit-chat to friends I see too rarely. Enjoy the live guitar. Tonight, the guitar player is an old Irish fart swilling Guinness so Aussie Girl takes no notice. Canned music after live set over. Weird though. Only every 5th song is one we just have to dance to - so we couldn't get into a groove. Hours pass, seems like minutes. Friends wander off home.
Aussie girl enjoying the Irishman and his friends, but not getting anywhere fast. We move on to Nua. Decadence in a capsule. Very strange feel that night. Leftovers sitting at the bar. Stragglers and cast-aways, hiding in corners and slouched in booths. Strobe lights. Keeping the dawn at bay. Denial. I must boogie -good music. A tall Dutchman who thinks I am super.
Lara decides to call it a night. Dutchman entertains me because Aussie girl has found her Irishman and his friends. They followed her after all. A few words, no movement. She considers letting me go on home - she'll stay for a while. Re-considers, comes with me. Dutchman reluctantly lets me go. Shared numbers.
Home by 7 am. Sleep.
Not sure how long the dog walker has been knocking on the door. Bunny dog has had a sleep-over with her dogs. It's noon. He's being returned. He looks like he and the other dogs played all night. He's got dark circles under his eyes, a little scratch on his nose, scruffy hair. Immediately on the couch - paws up in the air - asleep. Who am I to comment?
Aussie girl and I make a B-line to the Turkish place. Only a big fat gyro will do this lunchtime.
Dutchman calls as promised.
Brussels is still standing - just
posted by Brussels Confidential @ 10:37 AM
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