Good times chez les Belges

It was an innocuous text message, 'hey Robin, come grab a beer and check out a concert next door.' Yes, it was one of the Thursday night parties at the Belgian house. This French guy I know from the American house invited me over and got me through all the keycard security and into the basement where a random cover band was playing. But it didn't matter what kind of music if was, this was a cultural exchange!

Which meant they had like 10 different types of Belgian beer for 2 euros a bottle. Three or four bottle later, I'm wondering how I'm going to get up in 6 hours. I probably won't. But it was good fun, and excellent beer. I'm just going to have to make a quick visit to McDonalds for a shot of anti-hangover fries.

Yumm!