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Early morning drama. The car accident!

So this morning didn’t go as I had hoped. Someone hit my car and that broke my almost 2 year accident-free-driving record. However, this time I was NOT the causer.

So here is what happened. I was driving on a main road, just minding my business and enjoying some music by After Forever on this warm Monday morning, when I saw this car before me signaling that he was going to turn right in the street. I slowed down and as he turned I was just about to put my foot back on the gas pedal again, when… *BAM* out of nowhere comes this red little Toyota car smashing right into mine.

Good thing I don’t panic easily and am able to think even in the milliseconds of disaster, I was able to save myself from getting hit again, by another car that was coming my way in the opposite direction. My first thought was:
“PULL YOUR STEERING WHEEL LEFT, or else you will be hit again!!!”



A = Another Car | B = Blocked the causer’s view
C = Clayton | D = Derp that hit me

When all vehicles were standing still I jumped out, checked the car and OH LORD!!!

The guy that hit me, was calm and clearly ashamed. He was a Military Police Office and you would think he would know better. I called the nearest police station, which didn’t result anything, because the area that the accident happened is within the borders of another station. The laws and regulations of this country… I will never understand. After 2 hours or so the correct people were at the spot and the car had to be towed away, because it was not able to drive. The metal of the car had shredded the tires open and the tire would be unable to be replaced without it the dent being repaired first.


Poor Pietje! Just I had given him a sponge bath this weekend, because he was such a dirty boy. But also a good boy, because for the first time did we drive over 100 km to the airport and back last month and he did well. It was very sad to see him injured like that. 🙁

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Since I am not the cause of this collision nor was I wrong according to any traffic rules, I just have to wait for the police report to claim at the insurance company of the person that caused the problem.

PS: this was the very first time I have used the car’s name publicly o.O

Here is a funny side story:

The guy that hit my car is a Military Police office (MP). He was in his uniform, but in his personal car – probably on his way to work or something and since not everyone immediately noticed that there was an accident going on and things were getting a bit hectic, he tried to organize traffic a bit. There was this Brazilian woman, whom also didn’t notice the collided cars, holding up traffic so the MP signaled for her to go around. She didn’t understand and thought this was a police control and she parked her car to the side of the road. The MP signaled again for her to continue driving, she switched seats and wanted to exit the car via the other door. He once again signaled for her to keep driving, so she jumped back into the driver’s seat and drove a few meters before stopping again. She was signaling for help and the MP and my dad (whom I had called earlier) went to see what was wrong with her. There they had to help her out of the car, because she was signaling that her head hurt. A few other Brazilians stood nearby, so they signaled to them to translate to the woman, that didn’t understand anything but Portuguese, and it turned out that she had some sort of panic attack when she saw the MP. They had to calm her down and eventually drive her to the ER, because she was really feeling unwell. Her car was parked on the side of the road and a few minutes her brother came to pick her car up. He told us that she suffers from high blood pressure and when she saw the MP she went into shock and had to have her meds.

Seriously?! So much drama and it wasn’t even 9 AM nor had I any coffee yet! pfft

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25 minutes of counseling is not enough

By Clayton

counseling01Last night I had a meeting with my study counselor. This is a regular “subject” in our class schedule. At the end of the year we have these individual meetings with the teacher/counselor to do an oral review on the past year. This time we had another individual counseling meeting to reflect on the past 4 years of our IT-studies. Last night was my turn.

So the thing is basically you talk about your study stages, your job and your personal life. When the question came, what have been the low points in your life the past 4 years, I answered that there is not one specification situation that I can mark as a low point in my life.

That was a lie.

There are a few things I wish I could change or that I wish never happened in the past 4 years.

I looked at my watch. And saw that there was simply not enough time let to explain all my stories. No way… less than 25 minutes was is not enough to explain the low points of the last 4 years of my life. How am I able to tell you the story of how…

4 years ago I was madly in love with someone from my high school, whom I met via a classmate of mine, who totally friend-zoned me and shortly after that I fell in love with a math teacher of mine, who totally used me and when I was over it, I was in love for 2 years with the ex of my best friend – they were over it and just friends now; don’t judge – which went nowhere even though it was probably the best and worst moments of my life, especially when we didn’t speak for 6 weeks, but we are now even better friends than before… and when I got over that I fell in love with a sort of clone, but just a younger, but less financially stable version of the crush before, whom I had created this major weakness for and whom occupied my daily thoughts for months, but I was cold-heartedly pushed away without a single sign of remorse and now 2 months later am slowly struggling to crawl back up from that fall, but I am not nearly where I should be.

Sorry teacher… just read my blog. Or wait for the novel to be written and published!

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PostNL lost my package! >:-(

By Clayton

On New Year’s Eve (during the day), I received an email from an employee of PostNL. He emailed me to inform me about my lost Amsterdam-to-Rotterdam package.
I had sent this package on November 21st – the day my heart got broken again… boohoo (lol) – and was supposed to be delivered the next day. Since the one whom this package was intended for was not available, they had to go back the next day. I had paid extra for a signed delivery, just to be sure that it wouldn’t end up in the wrong hands. The next day they couldn’t reach this gorgeous-grey-eyed-Rotterdam-crush-of-mine so they had to try yet again on another day. Meanwhile it was time for me to fly back home… *insert sad face here*

I was able to keep track of my package with a tracking code via the PostNL website. Almost a week after the package was supposed to be delivered I checked the website again and there was a note: Package damaged. It will be returned to the sender – meaning the address in Amsterdam where I had sent it from.

I quickly grabbed the phone to contact the PostNL help desk and to ask what the hell was wrong with my package. This guy told me that not the content of my package –phew – but the address sticker was damaged – obviously not my fault – but their policy is that in this case they return it to the sender’s address.

After almost a month I checked the website again and noticed that the package still was not brought back to Amsterdam, but was put in a storage cabin somewhere in Rotterdam. I called the helpdesk again to ask what was going on and if this will eventually be sent back to Amsterdam, or even better to Rotterdam where it was originally meant to be sent to.

Turns out that the numbnuts that I spoke to the first time on the phone didn’t make a note about my call and problem – there was simply no record of this at all. The lady on the phone was super nice and very helpful. She ensured me that a case would be made and I would be contacted if there was some more information about my lost package.

This time the lady was right and I was really contacted (read the top part again).
I was contacted now… great… but was also delivered bad news the second time that my package is lost. I spoke to my cousin Vincent and he told me how bad their service really is. The company where he works at also uses the “excellent services” of PostNL. They have lost important documents several times. Well now that I know this, I wouldn’t be using their services anymore. I should have listened to Patrick and have drank the bottle of wine (which was also in the package) myself.

So as I said, that package is lost… Lost just like my feelings and feeble heart 🙁

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UPDATE – Jan 16, 2014 – Got another email today that they are stopping the search.

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So much for my happy ending

By Clayton

As usual I will not include the names of anyone involved in this blog for the sake of their privacy. I also will try to make this as short as I possibly can, because the entire story is quite long.


It was exactly one year ago…. I was mentally getting ready for my trip to Holland in March of this year. One night I was online and came across the profile of this gorgeous grey-eyed Dutchie. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but there was something special about this Dutchie and I just had to make contact. I never really expected a reply back, but to my utter shock, the next day a message was waiting for me. Score!
That was the start of back and forth messaging, which eventually led to our first meeting when I was in Rotterdam, Holland. I still remember that first meeting; the moment I stared into those eyes for the first time… I was mesmerized. This Dutchie was all I ever dreamed and wanted. Physically: perfect. The rest: also perfect. Occupation: Store manager in one of the largest department stores in the Netherlands – De Bijenkorf.

On that first afternoon that we met, we walked around the city of Rotterdam and got to know each other some more. Funny thing is that this Dutchie has an obsession with Suriname, but has never been. Almost the same similar obsession that I have with Holland. Le new Dutchie’s ex of 3 years was also of Surinamese descent, so this Dutchie knew a thing or two about my country of birth. Perfect.

A few days later we had a wine date at my friend Patrick’s Cube house in which I was staying at. I felt that this new Dutchie was worthy enough to meet my friends. After Patrick went to bed, the new Dutchie and I had the chance to get know each other on a more intimate level. We shared a bottle of my favorite red wine. This Dutchie is also a Merlot lover, so I had bought a bottle in Suriname for us to share. Oh, how sweet that aroma of this bottle wine. Things got even better when the fumes had risen to my head and my body was craving companion. This Dutchie provided me just that. Best kisses ever! 🙂

Our next meeting… shall I call it a date… I personally think it counts as a date… was a few days later in Hotel New York Rotterdam. Here is where talked a lot more sober compared to the other night. Got to know a few things more about this Dutchie, personal and financial issues. This Dutch whom also happened to be a Gemini – yes, I know ANOTHER Gemini!! FML o.O – was not ready to jump into another relationship. Nor was at, not at that point. I was open to it of course, but we had contact for a while, but didn’t really know each other yet… HOWEVER… secretly I was a tiny bit sad, but thought eventually things could change. I didn’t say a word. After that date, I stood for almost 2 hours on a bridge in -4 °C weather just contemplating how this could and why this would never work out. I knew it wouldn’t, but I was stubborn.

We did have normal, regular contact during my remaining days in Holland, but this was already close to the day I had to fly back so we had no chance to see each other one last time.

After flying back home, I could feel the pain of this distance between the Dutchie and I clearly. 7500km is a gawd damn long distance when you really think about it. I felt lonely. I was in love. I tried to fight it. I couldn’t. I wanted to stare in those lovely grey eyes again.

That was the beginning of the long-distance phone calls, WhatsApp text messages, Facebook private messages and constant appearances in my dreams. I knew what I wanted. At most times the feelings even seemed mutual. I received excited messages and sweet words back. I could feel the butterflies swirling in my tummy. I was walking on air.

All of the above sounds great, right? Well let me tell you it was not. Thinking back, I can’t even count the amount of times my text messages weren’t answered, just because this Dutchie “was not in the right mind set”. I can’t tell you how many promises were made and eventually broken, just because <insert a very good excuses here>. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was getting sick. I needed to change this. That’s when I decided to speak up. I spoke my mind and said how I felt neglected at times and how much it frustrated me. An apology was given and change was promised. I felt some hope. Maybe this would really change.


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Drama is my middle name

By Clayton

dramaI’m starting to think that the problem with my (love) life is… me. Maybe if I was a little less assuming, cared less or was a little less dramatic, things would actually be different for once.

Remember that story which I didn’t want to go into? Well I’m still not going into it (sorry!), but let’s just say that’s all over and it’s stupid and basically just… me.

I was once again assuming the worse of every situation, creating dramatic sceneries in my head and just assumed the worse of everything. But it’s all good. I think some things (and some people) just need time… when the time is right, they will come forward.

Tone down the drama, Clayton!!! o.O

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Flying back home with mixed feelings

By Clayton

Here I am writing high in the sky again…. flying back to Paramaribo.
All this blogging at 36.000ft seems to have become a habit of mine.

Two and a half weeks of The Netherlands… oh what an adventure it has been. I think this has been the best vacation of mine so far. There are a few things that I would have preferred to have gone otherwise, but overall it was great.

I had expected to be standing in tears at the airport, but I was late and the last person to check-in, so I barely had any time to think. It was check-in and run to gate. On one hand I think this is best. I had enough airport-drama-moments in my life.
Why was I late you may ask? Mostly because of a miscalculation of time. Not my fault, but the ones that had to bring me to the airport were kind of slow. But in the end it all went well. I was started to get a little bit worried when Jeroen was whatsapping me where the hell I was staying, because there were already busy with the security check as I left the flat of my aunt.

Once in the plan I finally had time to finally settle down. I quickly went to find Jeroen whom is sitting in a whole other part of the plane. And since we’re left the ground I have already visited a couple of times. Can’t wait till we land. It’s going to be an awesome 2 weeks with him in Suriname.

I really think I should write a few separate blogs about all the things that I’ve done. I can give you a quick summary and if you are really interested to read more about a certain thing please let me know and I will write it down.

I went from Amsterdam to Rotterdam, to Eindhoven, to Reuver and Roermond. I went to two concerts two days in a row. My back was killing me by the end of that night. Saw 3 of my favorite bands perform live in one weekend…. And of course Epica, the entire reason of this trip. I ate all sorts of great Dutch food. Saw my friends, made new friends, went to parties everywhere, fell in love, got confused, slept on beds, air matrasses and also a sofa bed. Made out with strangers, woke up twice in a strange bed, lost my camera, found my camera again, paid a shitload to fix my phone’s screen that still doesn’t function normally, got harassed by a cat, got harassed by a lesbian, got harassed by a drunk chick in the night bus, went to an awesome birthday party, played bingo, danced on a stripper pole, danced in various clubs, expended my contact list with new numbers, added new Facebook friends and took tons of photos. (Check Facebook for the photos!)

Why do I have mixed feelings?
Well there are a few things that I had wanted differently. Like that one date that I really liked was the best, but yet confusing one. But maybe we can’t have it all in life, right?

Another thing is that I received a really confusing message from my aunt where I stayed at. I was so confused that I haven’t even replied to it. I still need to figure out what that is about.

So yeah, it has been a really wild, crazy, weird, awesome trip. 🙂

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The hatchet is buried!

By Clayton

Dear Readers,

I have some good news. For the first time in… God how long has it been? A year? Maybe longer?
For the first time in a year’s time I finally feel like my own self again. I finally feel “unleashed”. All the past year’s drama is over and I can finally think clearly again.

So what has happened you might ask yourself? Didn’t I have some sort of mayor drama going on the last 1-2 months? Didn’t I tumble down in a whirlpool of confusion and depression?

Short answer: yes… but that’s all over now 🙂

Long answer: Put your reading glasses on and let me explain it all.

*clears throat and cracks his knuckles*

On the first Friday in December, Farid and I had to pick up our Dutch friend from the airport, whom is in Suriname to escape the winter’s cold. At first I didn’t want to go along, because this would be our first face to face encounter after the whole drama in Amsterdam and after ignoring each other for about 6-8 weeks.

The first encounter was less dramatic as I thought it would be. Well my friends were the ones that sort of made me psych myself out by calling to hear how I was feeling and treating me like a bloody mental patient. So the moment of the first eye contact I did sort of feel strange, but as the night progressed I did start to ease myself. Not sure if it was due to the Merlot that we drank before going to the airport – that was probably it.

The new morning I was online on Facebook and the Dutchie and I chatted. We then established our friendship and we also laughed about the past year. I was actually very happy that we were speaking again. It’s not easy to suddenly break all contact with someone who has been part of your daily life for almost 2 years now and certainly not when it all ends on a bad note.

So that was settled and we were speaking again.

However… the next week I did have a minor relapse of feelings. Mostly a mixture of feelings of relief and happiness… and also the questions that I still needed answers to. I’ve noticed that I am drawn to mysterious people – hmm, that would make a nice topic for a separate blog post, don’t you think?. As long as I still have things about someone I want to know, someone that I have a crush on, I will keep holding on, because I am still trying to figure out if I have a chance or not and how we could make it work (or not).


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Okay, it wasn’t ALL drama

By Clayton

Okay, I think I may have made it sound like I had nothing but drama in Holland. I mostly did, but there were a few moments when I was able to forget the drama for a few hours. So you’ve been able to read about the negative stuff… oh, did I mention that I got food poisoning (or at least extremely ill) by some bad sushi? Worst 3 days of not being at home. o_O

Okay now I’m really going to the positive stuff.
Let’s go to some happier stuff now 🙂

October 11, 2012 – VondelparkOctober 11 – Vondelpark
My friend Gideon whom I met in person last may in Holland for the first time texted me if I wanted to hang on Thursday. It was nice to meet up with him. We had lunch and afterwards walked around in Vondelpark in Amsterdam. After Gideon had to go back to his hometown I met up with my cousin Vincent for the first time after haven’t had contact in years. Actually it was sort of the first meeting. We’ve met before years ago, but never really talked back then. Honestly I had even forgotten his existence. The contact really started a few months ago. So let’s say it was the first time we met.

October 12 – Epica concert
Epica live in concert. That was really a night to remember. You can read ALL about that here!

October 18, 2012 – DordrechtOctober 18 – A day in Dordrecht
I met up with my friend Vlien who lives in Dordrecht, NL. Vlien I met through the Epica concerts. Since I had nothing much to do and I’ve never been to Dordrecht we decided to meet up.

Dordrecht is just past Rotterdam and basically an island. It’s quite small, but very interesting. Great scenery. I took lots of pictures. We also went to on top of “De Grote Kerk Dordrecht” (The great church of Dordrecht). From the tower you can see the entire town and even Rotterdam. It was really great. Afterwards I went with to Vlien her apartment and we spent the day chatting and playing these Pokemon Nintendo games.

Just before the evening was over I took the train back to Amsterdam.

October 19, 2012 – The fair on Dam SquareOctober 19 – The fair on Dam Square
On Friday I met with my 2 of my friends from Suriname living/studying in Holland. We first went to have lunch at an Italian restaurant on Damrak. And after that we went to the fair on Dam Square. I used to go to this fair, with my mother each time I was in Holland. This brought back so many memories. My friends and I first couldn’t decide which ride to go on, so we eventually decided to go on one of the scariest. Best worst idea EVER!!!

After that it was time for some drinks in a café and later pizza and the central station and that’s where we said goodbye.

October 20, 2012 – Mexican Tequila PartyOctober 20 – Mexican Tequila Party
I didn’t feel like spending the weekend home, boring myself so I sent a text message to my Japanese friend Hiro in Holland, whom I’ve met through Patrick. Hiro is a real party animal. I’ve been out with him and Patrick twice before and it was always a fun night. So I sent him a message what his plans were for the weekend. He invited me to this Mexican house party hosted by one of his colleagues. Hiro’s colleague just got married in Mexico and they decided to bring the party over to Holland. It was a really nice party in this studio apartment in the center of Amsterdam. The newly-wed husband went to bartender school and is Russian, so I was prepared for the cocktails. And oh boy, they were DE-LISH.

NOTE: Lots of more pictures on my Facebook profile!

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Heartbroken in the cold

By Clayton

heartache-statuses-facebookSo let me tell you all about the drama that has been going on in my life recently.

Warning: this might get long, but I’ll do my best to be as short and to the point as much as possible. If you’ve read my earlier blogs you know that I probably won’t succeed at this :-p

Disclaimer: Due to privacy reason I will not use any names in this blog.
But if you know me well enough you probably know exactly whom I’m talking about. But in this way I can’t get sued, because there’s no precise evidence whom I’m talking about. 😉

For almost 2 years now I’ve had a crush on a certain Dutchie. As time passed on this crush only grew stronger and I actually developed real feelings. At one point I finally admitted it to myself: I (think) am in love.

I knew that this would be a complicated love story, IF a love story was even ever about to happen. But I saw a potential opportunity and I was more than willing to fight for a chance.

First there were a few complications for this story to begin:

1. The Dutchie is the ex of my best friend
2. When the Dutchie and I met there was still another lover on the other side of the ocean

Those were the two main factors for me to not give into my feelings at first.

1. I know that there’s this unwritten rule:
Friends don’t date their friend’s exes”.
And since friendship means the world to me I didn’t want to break that rule.
But I was falling in love… hard. I needed to clear the air.
My best friend and I talked about it and since there was nothing more going on between the Dutchie and my best friend, it was okay for me to act in on my feelings. My best friend even preferred me dating the Dutchie over the Dutchie’s lover at that time.

2. Yes, the Dutchie wasn’t single.
Problem number 2. The relationship at the time was also already very rocky and complicated and doomed to fail. Sorry, but it was. Not going to pass on judgment, but that probably was one of the world’s worst relationships. But who am I to judge?

As soon as that Dutchie’s relationship ended I saw a window of opportunity opening for me. One that I wasn’t going to close without grasping the handles and slip inside. I finally had the space to let go off my feelings.

When the Dutchie and I finally met up again in May when I was in The Netherlands, we spent a couple of days together. Those few days were probably a few of the happiest moments of my life. This may sounds very cheesy, but there’s nothing more that I loved than staring into those grayish-green eyes. I felt inner-peace inside. And all I wanted was more.
I didn’t confess my feelings; I just tried to show it in my own way. I thought when the moment was right I would open up. I didn’t feel like that was the right moment.

When I flew back home in May, I couldn’t help but stop thinking about that Dutchie. But one person seemed to be on my mind. I soon began to get insecure. Not sure why. I just felt different. Different in a good, but confusing kind of way. I spoke about it with friends and I concluded that I would just let this play itself out. If I felt good about the situation there was no reason to fight the feelings. I had no idea where this was going; I was just let fate take its course.

But inside I knew that I needed to clear my mind. I needed to know if I had a chance. I needed to know if there was a possibility of this friendship to become more than a simple friendship. I wanted things to be clear. Not just for myself, but for everyone around me, including that Dutchie.

I had all my plans sorted out. I had found a perfect way to make it work. I’m not a difficult person… wait, let’s rephrase that… I don’t THINK that I am a difficult person. I am a well-organized person. That is for sure. I had found a way to make a long-distance relationship work until it finally is my time move to the other side of the ocean.

I couldn’t handle the confusion. I needed to express my feelings.
I booked a flight to Amsterdam. It was my plan to finally confess my love to this Dutchie. I knew that this could go both ways. I was even ready for the worst. After all, I knew that the love… or friendship… or whatever… wasn’t as mutual, but something had to be there, right? All the time we’ve spent together should have at least meant something?

As I was getting ready to travel I got even more excited to be on the other side of the ocean again. I couldn’t wait to stare into those eyes that I fell in love with again. I needed to feel that warm embrace once again. A distance of 7500 km felt like light years to me.

But all of a sudden it all went down the drain. Just like that I lost control of the situation. The dream I longed for suddenly died. The love I yearned for was not going to blossom.



Nothing tastes better than BBQ and Drama

By Clayton

If my life was the real-life-version of the Gossip Girl book series, this weekend’s party would have been a typical storyline. Below is probably how GG would have spilled the news about this weekend’s party.


Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

Hey people!

Nothing tastes better than BBQ and Drama

Don’t you just love those Saturday afternoons when you and your friends meet up for a nice barbeque and cocktails? Of course you do! There’s nothing like some good music, chit-chat, drinking games and a moment to forget that Monday the madness starts again. But wouldn’t it be even better to add some drama, uninvited guests, silent wars, uncomfortable silence, awkward stares and inappropriate touching to the menu? Now that is a pAArty we all L-O-V-E to attend.

The uninvited
So this weekend was the big invitation only BBQ + tapas party everyone was dying to go to. The menu looked very inviting and so did the guest list. The party started at 20.00hrs though the preparations had started since earlier that day. Slowly guests started pouring in and it seemed like to be a normal evening with friends until the party got crashed by this uninvited guests. Jaws dropped and the sound of whispers filled the air. That was the beginning of what would turn out to be a very interesting evening. Now you know what I always say: “The best parties to attend are the ones you were NOT invited to!”
I think our little party crasher (yes, that’s pun intended) must be a fan of my blog.
Everyone was dying to say goodbye and good riddance to this “you’re-not-welcome-so-please-leave” guest, but apparently the-invited-guest missed the memo and just lingered on and on and just annoyed the hell out of a lot of people. Not to mention the odd conversations, the unintelligent remarks and the inappropriate touching.

Silent wars
Besides the above, there were also a few silent wars raging in girl world. The men were rooting for an ugly cat fight, for they had the pillows and their camera-phones ready, sadly for their psychotic pleasure none of that happened. The awkward hello and goodbye was all that happened. Boring!
It appears that none of the girls know the reason why they don’t speak or like each other; they just don’t. Maybe they should just kiss and make up. I’m sure the boys would like to see that scene.

The guest of honor was missing
The whole idea for this event was sort of planned for one person and his group of friends, but after 2 hours of the start of the event the guest of honor hadn’t arrived yet. Probably fornicating the bed sheets for the last time with a “certain insecure guest with a hidden agenda”.
Rumor has it this isn’t the only act of sexual satisfaction that has been going on in a 24-hour time slot; whispers have reached our ear that this is the second partner in crime for the day. Well, well, well… you know what they say about silent waters, right?

The closeted guest
The next mishap in the long list of juicy events was the arrival of the closeted homosexual who first didn’t want to attend for he feared the ones he’s hiding from were also at the party. Little does he know that everyone already knows about his sexual orientation and his nightly activities! Did anyone notice how he tried to hang with the straight men the entire evening – probably a last feeble attempt to save his pride! Project: FAILED!

The case of the missing shoes
And to put the icing on the cake of this fabulous party a pair of heeled shoes had gone missing. Now I’m not saying that they got stolen as a vendetta against the victim, but it is an option!
Either that or prince charming hasn’t read the script correctly; the girl is suppose to run away when the clock strikes twelve and leave behind a shoe. You weren’t suppose to steal it you buffoon.

So that’s what you missed. Next time you’ll think twice about skipping out on a party.

You know you love me,

xoxo Gossip Girl