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Our pals Sander and Annemieke, dressed as Papegeno and Queen of the Night. Lovely people, and they are part of how Jurjen and I got together too.
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Annemieke's boy Thomas was also masked. Very cool!
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Trying to capture the general hubbub here, with all the fancy costumes. Jurjen and I were in evening wear, with eye masks that were cat-head-shaped, and as you see we were hopelessly outclassed.
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Central here is one of our hosts, Jurjen's old friend Carl (and now also a piano-playin' buddy of mine).
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Sander looks on as Aernout, another of our hosts and the future Baron van Pallandt, changes the dance music. We had everything from baroque to Prodigy.
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Jurjen enjoying a fine cigar!
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The bar was self-service but nice people like Jurjen would step in and pull drinks for a while.
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The hair starts coming down as the evening goes on. "So, thinkest thou the Euro will make things easier anon?"
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Yours truly, taking a break from the dance floor.
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Yours truly, Queen of the Realm.
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