The thin white line

I love these convenient white lines on highways that help you realize that you haven't driven off into the great big yonder yet.

Especially when it's, say, about 6.30 in the morning, and you're driving too fast whilst trying to get home.

I had spent my Saturday night in (of all places) Almelo.

Almelo is one of the most beautiful towns in the Netherlands *cough*. (If you discount all the other ones, that is.)

So naturally, this is where Jacob, a friend of mine, a couple of his friends and I hit the pub. They were having a 'dance night', which in Almelo usually results in a pubescent boy deejaying his way around hip artists such as Meatloaf and Bryan Adams.

Always bring your earplugs when you go dancing in Almelo.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun, especially with the girl Jacob is having an intimate strictly platonic relationship with. Turns out she likes arguing about as much as I do.

However, I didn't drink nearly enough alcohol. Which resulted in (a) not realizing that a blonde who really wasn't that unattractive without her glasses (screw SpecSavers) was paying me a compliment (yes, I am an idiot, but I take pleasure in looking at my dad and realizing that it's hereditary), (b) me being sober enough to drive home to sleep in my own bed.

Thankfully, fatigue was enough to turn me into road hazard incarnate. First, I bumped Jacob's car into the sidewalk (when driving him home to pick up my car), then I bumped my car into a sidewalk (albeit a different one).

Yep, out on the town in Almelo. Go there now and beat the crowds!

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