Post-Queens Day
Like many people all over Holland I woke-up after Koninginnedag (Queens Day) with a hangover. Not a full on ‘living dead’ hangover but the kind of hangover that lets the vicitm know a good time was had and now it is time to just lay on the sofa and relax because that’s all the they are capable of doing.
This year I realized something strange about Koninginnedag that I really like; the freedom that comes with a plastic cup. This might sound like a very strange statement but on Koninginnedag it is easy to just buy a plastic cup of beer, pick a direction, go for a stroll and see what can be found. Before the beer has ran out there is always another beer tent and live performance in sight. There is no need to make plans.
So I spent this Koninginnedag walking around Haarlem with a group of friends seeing what we could find. We spent a while looking through the open market for the most useless junk on sale, watched some of the strange performances around town (including the camp older gentlemen who was miming to music in the middle of the road), bumped into old friends and slowly got more drunk with each beer tent pit stop.
It did not take us too long to get fairly drunk. By the end of the night we were jokingly discussing why my flat mate’s brother thinks I’m a soulless day-walker, trying to flick peanuts into each others drinks and attempting to start Dance Offs in the street. Plus I started running around town wearing a pair of green Shrek ears. If only they had been orange I would have fitted in better.
Yes… we drank a lot.
Now I think I finally know why my son is being called ‘ginger’ at school. I’ve never actually watched any South Park episodes, but from what I’ve heard of it I don’t wish to ever EVER view it.
What freakin’ idiots.
On another note, sounds like you had quite a good time this weekend. Hope you’ve recovered!
roxanne
Sounds though you had fun at “Koninginnedag.”
What is “Koninginnedag?” Is that some gay pride festival? LOL
Do educate someone who doesn’t know. LOL
Shame Britain doesn’t throw a party quite so celebratory for our Queen. In fact what do we do for her birthday??
Koninginnedag was always way more fun!
Rose – What are you trying to say about me? :p
Its the birthday of the Dutch queen. All the info is in the post before this one.
Marycub – I didn’t even know it was the birthday of the British Queen untill after it was all over :s
Well it was her real birthday in april but her official birthday is in June. But to be honest i don’t think we get that as a holiday either :(
My son has been teased endlessly this school year and kids (he’s even claimed that one of his teachers) use the term ‘ginger’ as the source of the teasing. And then when I read that link about ‘the gingers’ it makes me wonder if that is where they got the idea to use that word. That term is not used here, it’s usually ‘red’ or ‘carrot top’ (my hubby says the top of a carrot is green…he’s also a red-head).
Roxanne – Is ‘gingerÂ’ an insult in over there? ItÂ’s not over here. ItÂ’s just another way of saying red head unless I’m wrong. I got bullied at school when I was little for being ginger but I never saw the word ginger itself as an insult.
I’m sorry to hear your son is being bullied. I know what it can be like.
The term ginger has been around for years. If they are using it to bully him its unlikely they got the idea from South Park. I used to have the same thing simply because my ginger hair made me stand out when I was little. But the word by itself is not offensive, just how it can be use can be. The same could be said of calling someone blond. It all depends on the context and the way it is used. It can be just describing the colour of their hair, a cute nickname, or a mocking insult.
This probably has not helped in anyway and IÂ’m just babbling now. Sorry.
I think I’m still hung over. Or again. I don’t know…..
Nothing, honest my friend. LOL
ginger power…
JaG – I know how you feel
Rose – I know. I was only joking with you. hehe
Marycub – I may have to start a ginger power web site now :p
Just found this site through Tamara and In-ah. I’m sorry to say I nearlly pissed myself with laughter reading about your lift of terror. Great blog man. I’m subscribed now.