Medical Party
Went over to Mark and Didier's last night as we hadn't seen each other for quite some time. We ate kebab for dinner (as Stu pointed out, I can't see those two eating kebab!) with fork and knife. Mark has now come to the end of his medical studies and will be a proper doctor in June. As yesterday was 'Chrysostomos' - the last 100 days of your final academic year - my two lovely gay best friends were going to drag me to a Medical Party to celebrate this fact accordingly. Mark also is 1 of 3 people in the whole of Belgium who are chosen every 3 to 4 years to start an internship as Brain Surgeon!! I'm actually going to have a friend who's a brain surgeon, how spectacular is that?!
The party took place in an old army bunker used during the war. The bar had a rather well suited name 'A&E / ER' . The party was hilarious as they hadn't failed to invite half of the Antwerp gay s
ociety as well, so half of the party were doctors (disappointingly bad looking ones!), the other half gay. I kept on being introduced to everybody by Mark and Didier as "this is Lotte, we're going to be the godfathers of her first child, Annabel Channel" - which made people look at my non-existing pregnant belly but found me holding a beer instead. I must have looked like a right loony...
Btw, their new plan for Annabel Channel (sooooo not going to happen!) was for us to put little Annabel on a plane to Antwerp - having a godchild abroad is far more hip darling - with her Vuitton nappy bag and they'd fill it up with Gucci, Armani and Dior baby clothes. (see the already ordered baby shoes on the left costing €250!) My daughter is going to be such a little shit when she gets back from a holiday at Mark and Didier's. Can you imagine? "Why am I not getting champers in my bottle before I go to bed mummy? You know I can't go to sleep without it!"
Went over to Mark and Didier's last night as we hadn't seen each other for quite some time. We ate kebab for dinner (as Stu pointed out, I can't see those two eating kebab!) with fork and knife. Mark has now come to the end of his medical studies and will be a proper doctor in June. As yesterday was 'Chrysostomos' - the last 100 days of your final academic year - my two lovely gay best friends were going to drag me to a Medical Party to celebrate this fact accordingly. Mark also is 1 of 3 people in the whole of Belgium who are chosen every 3 to 4 years to start an internship as Brain Surgeon!! I'm actually going to have a friend who's a brain surgeon, how spectacular is that?!
The party took place in an old army bunker used during the war. The bar had a rather well suited name 'A&E / ER' . The party was hilarious as they hadn't failed to invite half of the Antwerp gay s
ociety as well, so half of the party were doctors (disappointingly bad looking ones!), the other half gay. I kept on being introduced to everybody by Mark and Didier as "this is Lotte, we're going to be the godfathers of her first child, Annabel Channel" - which made people look at my non-existing pregnant belly but found me holding a beer instead. I must have looked like a right loony...Btw, their new plan for Annabel Channel (sooooo not going to happen!) was for us to put little Annabel on a plane to Antwerp - having a godchild abroad is far more hip darling - with her Vuitton nappy bag and they'd fill it up with Gucci, Armani and Dior baby clothes. (see the already ordered baby shoes on the left costing €250!) My daughter is going to be such a little shit when she gets back from a holiday at Mark and Didier's. Can you imagine? "Why am I not getting champers in my bottle before I go to bed mummy? You know I can't go to sleep without it!"
1 comment:
Cuuuuuute!
If you have the guts to name you first-born "Annabel Channel" (disregarding the fact whether it's a boy or a girl) I'll buy her (or him) these shoes!
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