Let there be laughter!

The other day, Regina and I had to go to a fitting. This one company is looking for girls and boys with different sizes who are interested in being a fitting model for them. We went straight from school to the fitting by bike.

We man up, and enter the building with a Word-document poster on it " BodyOffice fitting on floor 1". Sketchy. As we walk up and follow the amateur posters, we find the office and ring the bell. A lady with a kind face and little alternative lip ring opens up the door and welcomes us. We see a huge (empty) office and some technical drawings, swatches, designs etc. Soon after being seated with a glass of water, another lady comes. I end my awkward phone call (you know the call you make, which you never really have time for, but when it's an awkward moment it is the perfect time!). She explains us about the payment, what the company is about, and what we can expect from it. The brand does fittings from anything like Tommy Hilfiger to McGregory, so they seem pretty legit. Plus, the girl that was about to measure every inch of our body goes to the same school as we do. She took every possible measurement (like elbow width) and wrote it down on an individual profile sheet, and will call us back within a week. Excitement!

After that Regi and I decided to go to the Green House, right around the corner. We wanted to get our shits-n-giggles on after a day of work. The Green House is the real deal. Anyone from Cypress Hill, to Eminem, to Borat, Britney Spears, Alicia Keys, 50 cent, Mike Tyson, Nelly, and many many more have been there. We decided to go all out and ask for whatever makes the face muscles work. And oh-my, did they work.

A few inhales and exhales later, we were long gone. In a world of happiness, love and non-violence there was only laughter...and soon we were introduced to thirst. Coke and chocolate milk from the heavens above were obeyed like no other. Whispers and thoughts that we were the only one's in this place that found laughter and happiness so close to us drove us mad! The decor brought to life, butterflies covered our eyes. 15 year old boys walking in, straight from school with their bags and having to show their ID, and leaving empty handed was the most hilarious situation on earth! Minutes seemed like hours and then all the sudden, Regi raises her whisper voice, breaks the silence and says " Claudia, there is light out there, let's go." We have totally forgotten about the light, all we saw was shimmer and shadows. We geared up, because we heard and saw it raining like crazy. We step foot outside, and felt judged. Everybody is looking at us- But why?!

We find our bikes, and take off our rain-gear, as it ends up to be totally dry outside, and we cycle home... But then hunger stops us, and leads us to New York Pizza. We sit and watch lame Married With Children and enjoy our pizza to the fullest. We gear up again, for no reason and start biking once again. We make our last stop at Febo. Febo, for you non-Dutchies, is a fast food place where you put a coin in the wall, and a little window opens with a yummy fried treat. We scramble all our money together, and sit down on the bench outside and indulge.

We reach home and soon enter the snooze and let there be night and day...

Regi and I are team-spontaneous. So watch out, this is to be continued. O.