Hey, that's my scarf!

I woke up the next morning feeling as though I had been beaten, and dragged myself out of bed and headed toward the kitchen, hoping that a cup of weiner melange might help to chase the cobwebs out of my brain. I came to a jerky stop in the living room, my attention caught by a sundry of items that hadn't been on the table last night when I had gone to bed. There lay Dan's hat, among other things - he had obviously made it home. I sighed in relief and took a closer look at the "other things." There was a reflector light with a Jagermeister logo on it, and a pin with some stuff written on it that I don't remembered anymore. It was obviously stuff that Dan had brought home... I was sure that we would all be regaled with tales whenever he made it out of bed.

I continued into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator to another surprise. My package of veggie burgers had been opened and mostly emptied, and my block of cheese was gone, only the empty plastic box left behind to shown that it had been. Grumbling, I pulled out both the empty cheese box and my veggie burger container to discover that my cheese (which at casual glance looked as though it had been gnawed upon) had been placed into the veggie burger box. I put everything back in it's proper place, put some cling wrap on the veggie burger container and put everything back into the refrigerator. It was only later, when Marnix was poking around in the fridge, that we discovered that 2 eggs had been pilfered as well. Obviously somebody had come back with the munchies. *glares around*

Matt and Dan both came out soon after, and we all sat down for a cup of weiner, during which time I proceeded to tease Dan about the food he had eaten - thankfully not raw, he'd thrown everything together and nuked it in our microwave - and ask how his night was. He'd walked to the bar around the corner, and, having been told that it was closing in 15 minutes, asked where else he could go. He got directions, but was hopelessly lost on his way (no, that doesn't remind me of anybody!) when he passed by a bar that just so happened to be playing "Hava Nagila." Now Dan, being the good Jewish boy that he is, sang his way past the bouncer and entered the bar where a huge crowd of Dutch people were celebrating carnaval. Wouldn't you know it but our waitress from the bagel shop was there, and proceeded to introduce Dan to all of her friends. They got along famously and proceeded to decorate Dan in the spirit of carnaval, which would explain the buttons, and the glitter on Dan's face. *grin*

I guess I forgot to mention that we had slept the entire morning away... *sheepish*

The conversation eventually wandered around to what we should do that day or the next, and it was brought up that Marnix would be going back to Leeuwarden that night, as he had things to do and work on Tuesday. Dan cheerily suggested that we all go to Leeuwarden together (as I was planning on dragging them up there anyway) and, that decided we packed our bags and headed out.

I was pulling out of the parking lot of my apartment building when Dan shouted out from the back seat, "Hey, that's my scarf!" Where? Lying in the gutter right in front of the apartment building. We all had a good laugh as Marnix hopped out of the car and retrieved Dan's scarf. Funny how Dan had managed to make his way home and his scarf, well, almost. (^^)

Off to Leeuwarden! Me, Marnix, Matt, Dan ... and his scarf.